𝑐ℎ.;2 |Final Selection|

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A/n

Well hello there,

this is the second chapter of this book

I hope this chapter is alright.

Have a great read.

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⚠TW warning: There will be slight mentions of gore and violence, viewer discretion is advised.⚠(and angst)


✩。:*•.最終選考.•*:。✩



The more you ran away, the more regret you felt. 

*Squeak!!* 

You gasped, quickly stepping back and looking down at what had made the noise. It was a squirrel. Instantly, you felt bad for not paying attention to where you stepped. You checked to see if it was injured, and luckily, it wasn't. 

With a sigh of relief, you let the squirrel go and resumed your run toward your destination. You knew what was about to happen; you knew where you were going, and you felt prepared for it all.

After climbing the mountain, exhaustion set in. The part of you that was still a child urged you to rest, while the older sibling within insisted you never show weakness to anyone. You tried to ignore the cramping in your leg as you walked into a blooming field of wisteria flowers. Everything looked and felt like a dream as you closed your eyes and breathed in the fresh air. 

Once again, you felt fortunate to be alone—oh, wait... On the other side of the desolate area stood two boys, around your age. 

It wouldn't hurt to talk to them, would it? They both looked unique—almost striking. Without realizing it, you found yourself staring.

"What are you looking at?" the peach-haired boy asked sternly. 

"Sabito, don't be rude!" said the other boy with long hair. 

Heat rushed to your cheeks, pulling you back to reality. 

"I'm so sorry for staring! I didn't mean any disrespect!" you replied, a note of worry in your voice. 

"Don't worry. Just don't do it again," Sabito answered. 

"Ahh, so... do you want to team up? I think it would be great to combine our strengths!" 

"Which breathing technique do you use? If you even use one," he asked, understandably cautious. After all, who would want a weak teammate? 

"Sun breathing technique! It runs in the family," you said proudly.

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