In the enigmatic confines of the white room, Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, the revered "Masterpiece of the demonic 4th generation," undergoes rigorous training. But when the military raids the facility, Ayanokouji is finally freed from its grip.
However, spe...
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- Start of 2nd Arc -
As the season transitioned into spring, a subtle change in the air signaled the beginning of a new chapter. The cherry blossoms bloomed delicately, adorning the landscape with a tapestry of soft hues. It was a season that spoke of renewal and possibilities, a canvas on which our high school journey would unfold.
Beside me, Karuizawa stood, it was if she was the embodiment of ethereal beauty in this ephemeral setting. Her features seemed to harmonize with the delicate blossoms, her eyes sparkling with a hint of curiosity and determination. Clad in a pristine school uniform, she exuded an air of elegance, her posture poised and composed.
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My gaze remained stoic, unfazed by the external aesthetics of the season or her appearance. Emotions eluded me, but I couldn't deny the impact of time upon us. Karuizawa's growth, both physically and mentally, was evident. Her once youthful countenance had matured, her stature refined. We were high school students now, embarking on a new phase of our lives, shaped by the challenges and experiences that lay ahead.
As we stepped onto the train, the rhythmic motion carried us forward into the unknown. The compartment was filled with the chatter of eager students, their excitement palpable. I observed them with detached curiosity, my thoughts focused on the intricate web of interactions that awaited us.
Karuizawa settled into her seat beside me, her presence unassuming yet captivating. I couldn't help but be intrigued by her transformation, the subtle shifts in her demeanor that hinted at a newfound determination.
The train's steady hum provided a backdrop to my contemplation. As I gazed out the train window, mesmerized by the delicate dance of the cherry blossoms, my mind delved into its familiar labyrinth of strategic calculations. The allure of spring's ephemeral beauty remained an inconsequential distraction in this world of hidden intentions and calculated moves. But before my thoughts could fully consume me, the sound of Karuizawa's voice disrupted the tranquility.
