"It's not them!" Fukutomi shouted it clearly, years on Crystallis not dimming his Captain's voice.
He shouted it for his allies, and he shouted it for himself. Because a yellow crystal figure burst through the ice and made a line directly for him, as if it knew him.
('Souhoku's Captain?' whispered Manami, who was watching this strange dream unfold with growing surprise. But his soft whisper to himself was lost under Fukutomi's words,)
"Kinjou Shingo." His tone filled the name with regret from the depth of his heart. The second stage of the Inter-High, never completed. Their contest never resolved. Even after over three years here, he still remembered it like yesterday!
"Why like this?!" he growled heavily, swinging his sword with all his might into the crystal Kinjou. "It's not him, but why like this?" He hit again, the magic augmentation fading from his sword.
Why did he have to see this face again here, like this? This was not the resolution he sought!
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He shouted it for his allies, and he shouted it for himself. Because a yellow crystal figure burst through the ice and made a line directly for him, as if it knew him.
('Souhoku's Captain?' whispered Manami, who was watching this strange dream unfold with growing surprise. But his soft whisper to himself was lost under Fukutomi's words,)
"Kinjou Shingo." His tone filled the name with regret from the depth of his heart. The second stage of the Inter-High, never completed. Their contest never resolved. Even after over three years here, he still remembered it like yesterday!
"Why like this?!" he growled heavily, swinging his sword with all his might into the crystal Kinjou. "It's not him, but why like this?" He hit again, the magic augmentation fading from his sword.
Why did he have to see this face again here, like this? This was not the resolution he sought!