" - O mais puro Sangue. " - @ TSUKISHIMA KEI.

"- 𝘔𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘥𝘰. "

"- 𝘈𝘩... 𝘕𝘢̃𝘰."

"- 𝘝𝘰𝘤𝘦̂ 𝘧𝘦𝘻 𝘥𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘰?..."

𝘝𝘰𝘤𝘦̂ 𝘰𝘶𝘷𝘪𝘶 𝘛𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘳, 𝘦𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘨𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘶 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤̧𝘰 𝘦 𝘷𝘦̂ 𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘦̂ 𝘧𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘢 𝘦𝘮 𝘤𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘥𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘢, 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘩𝘰, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦 𝘶𝘮 𝘫𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦.

"- 𝘌𝘶 𝘫𝘢́ 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘪... 𝘕𝘢̃𝘰... 𝘍𝘢𝘻 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘰, 𝘱𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳, 𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘢 𝘥𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘦, 𝘴𝘦𝘶 𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘵𝘢."

"- 𝘐𝘴𝘴𝘰?... 𝘖 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘻?"

"- 𝘌𝘶 𝘯𝘢̃𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘰..."

"- 𝘌𝘶 𝘯𝘢̃𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘰 𝘥𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘥𝘢."

𝘝𝘰𝘤𝘦̂ 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮 𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘦̂ 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘮𝘰, 𝘴𝘶𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘢̃𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘤̧𝘢 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘢, 𝘴𝘦𝘶 𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘻 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘢.

"- 𝘖 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘻?"

𝘝𝘰𝘤𝘦̂ 𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘢, 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘢𝘳, 𝘤𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘢́𝘴, 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘥𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰́𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘢.

"- 𝘖𝘶! 𝘖𝘶! 𝘈𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘢!"

𝘝𝘰𝘤𝘦̂ 𝘱𝘰𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘷𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘴 𝘥𝘦 𝘛𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘢, 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘢 𝘶𝘮 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘰, 𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘦̂ 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘷𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰 𝘥𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘢, 𝘦𝘮 𝘤𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘢́, 𝘤𝘰𝘮 𝘛𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦.

𝘚𝘦𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘩𝘰𝘴 𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘮 𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢, 𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘦̂ 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘢𝘷𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮 𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘢̃𝘰 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘢.

"- 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘱𝘢."

𝘝𝘰𝘤𝘦̂ 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦, 𝘮𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘦?

"- 𝘕𝘢̃𝘰, 𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘮. 𝘌𝘶 𝘯𝘢̃𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘴𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘦̂ 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘢𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦 𝘷𝘪́𝘤𝘪𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘶́𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘰."

"- 𝘌𝘶 𝘷𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘳 𝘛𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘪."

"- 𝘌𝘶... 𝘌𝘶 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘮𝘰 𝘚/𝘕."

"- 𝘌𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘰 𝘥𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘶, 𝘮𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘥𝘰."