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 6th Arc -
Walking towards the station, my gaze swept across the landscape, taking note of the leafless trees that stretched towards the wintry sky. Without their vibrant foliage, the branches stood bare and exposed, vulnerable to the cold breeze that permeated the air. Winter had settled in, evident in the dropping temperatures and the barren landscape.
Maintaining my usual composed demeanor, I observed the desolate surroundings with an analytical eye. The stillness of the streets emphasized the solitude of my journey, with only the sound of my footsteps echoing in the quietude. The weather, even though it wasn't snowing, carried a palpable chill.
As I continued my walk, my thoughts gravitated toward the intricate patterns of nature's cycles. The transition from the colorful vibrancy of autumn to the stark emptiness of winter served as a poignant reminder of the fleeting nature of existence. In this moment of contemplation, I delved into the depths of my own musings, exploring the transient nature of life and the ever-changing world around me.
Lost in my contemplations, my senses were abruptly pulled back to reality as I reached my destination. There, standing before me, was Kei, her presence emanating a warmth that contrasted with the coldness of the winter air. A faint smile graced her lips, an expression that belied her excitement.
I regarded her punctuality with a hint of acknowledgment. "You're early," I remarked, stating the obvious without any inflection of surprise.
She met my remark with a gentle laugh, her eyes sparkling with affection. "Well, you're always the one waiting for me," Kei replied, her tone infused with a considerate playfulness. "So as a considerate girlfriend, I thought I'd try waiting for you for once."
Curiosity tinged my voice as I inquired further. "Did you wait long?"
Kei's head shook in denial, yet a soft blush painted her cheeks, an indication that perhaps her words didn't align with reality. "No, I just arrived moments ago," she assured me, her gaze fixed upon mine with unwavering sincerity.
However, my observations had not gone unnoticed. Kei's blush deepened as she stumbled over her response. "Well, maybe just a little," she admitted, her voice carrying a hint of embarrassment. "The cold weather made it feel longer than it actually was."
I couldn't help but find her admission endearing, a flicker of warmth spreading within me. It was a small gesture, yet it revealed a glimpse of her care and consideration. I acknowledged her explanation with a simple nod, silently appreciating her willingness to endure the chill for my sake.
Suggesting a change of scenery, I broke the momentary silence. "Shall we go now?" I proposed, my tone devoid of any discernible emotion.
She nodded in agreement, her eyes meeting mine once again. With a subtle gesture, she reached for my hand, intertwining her fingers with mine. We began walking toward the platform, side by side, our steps synchronized in a rhythm devoid of haste or urgency.
