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CI: PT3 WIP

Ayato lived quietly.

He had always been a silent type. He prefers to move discreetly, hide his plans in plane sight, and end the night with blood in his hands.

It doesn't bother him.

Ronins, traitors, or treasure hoarders. They are all equally throwing out the balance in Inazuma. It is his oath and matra to keep Inazuma at its current state. He doesn't want to stir nor evoke more troubles. He simply wants to sit in the Kamisato Estate's garden and sip into his bubble tea while Ayaka tells her stories, and Thoma serves them food.

The life he lived was simple and peaceful.

The serenity the sunset provides as it dawns to the east while he finishes his bubble tea, the solace it gives as Thoma cleans up the table and Ayaka's silence as she ends the story to watch the sunset beside him.

As he opens his eyes, the harsh color of grey and black embraces into his vision. He remembers his current state.

Looking at his reflection on the steel walls and bars. His eyes flared up in determination, he will do anything to get his life back.

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"Sunday Oak, The head of the Oak Family and leader of Penacony" A woman with a large hat, almost purple pink hair and had a full voice. Shadow casted on her face, Ayato couldn't see her features. The light shone behind her as she stated the list of crimes Sunday had committed.

"Therefore sentencing you to life imprisonment, and you will hand over Penacony to the IPC if you plead guilty to your crimes." A chuckle from her mouth, as if she already knew the verdict of this case.

Ayato kept his neutral face. He didn't want to give her any satisfaction by reacting to her taunting tone.

"Bring in the guest, the witness of the crime, Robin Oak"

The huge door behind them opened, and it revealed a woman with light purple shade hair, ear wings, and a halo floating in her back. She resembles Sunday, it's an undeniable fact. To see her walking towards the court, Ayato felt nothing.

He doesn't know this person, nor does he care.

If he dies as Sunday Oak, that would be better. He has a theory that he might go back to his body if this body dies.

Robin stared at him with a solemn look, she was hurting inside as she looks at him. She clenched her fist while it hovered her chest and sighed.

"I, Robin Oak, swears to validate my brother, Sunday Oak's crimes by the use of Harmony" Gasps and murmurs were heard, the volume of the crowd increased.

Robin looks down for a moment and then gazes at Sunday with a determined look.

As she flutters her eyes, Ayato feels his head being tapped. As if water lulled its way to his head, a man in a boat, staggering and battling his life into the depths of the crashing waves.

Ayato held his head for a moment, looking away from Robin.

"What is your name?" Ayato couldn't look at her, he feels dizzy from the sudden invasion.

"I-" This must be what the trailblazer mentioned, the so-called power of the Harmony.

Despite the drilling pain, he must answer "Sunday, Sunday Oak" He reluctantly responded.

Robin's face titters, her face crumbling into shock "You.. You are lying" She announces.

Ayato falls into his knees, he held his head and groans in pain. He gulps and murmurs "Ayato" He said in between gasps.

Then the pain resides.

Robin has her hand on her mouth "Who are you?"

Ayato regains his breath and looks up. "I.. I am Kamisato Ayato"

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Sunday sent the traveler off to his way. He said he'll travel to a place called Nathlan and come back once he gets the pyro element.

Now, Sunday was left with nothing to do but mundane tasks.

He could join the traveler in his journey, but truthfully... Why should he? Sunday had always worked using his own way. What's the difference now?