Tells the story of Aruta Kuroyuki, a 19 year old guy who thinks life is boring with his monotone routine. He's just an ordinary person.
Or is he?
With something he hides in his past, and after his encounter with Noarin Otorii, who shares the same fa...
"Coooooool," I breathed, awe flooding my voice as I took in the panoramic view before us.
We stood atop the abandoned building, the wind whipping through our hair as we gazed out over the sprawling district below. The cityscape stretched as far as the eye could see, a tapestry of concrete and steel painted in the warm hues of the setting sun.
"You've been training here?" I asked, turning to Noarin.
She nodded, a hint of pride in her eyes. "Yep. Three years now, and it's still my favorite place." With fluid grace, she perched herself on the edge of the building, legs dangling over the dizzying drop.
I cautiously lowered myself beside her, my heart racing at the proximity to the ledge. "Three years since you got your ornaments?"
Noarin shook her head, her expression turning wistful. "Nah, I got them when I was seven. But I didn't realize my power until I was ten."
Curiosity piqued, I pressed further. "How did you realize it?"
Her answer came flat and emotionless, a stark contrast to the weight of her words. "I accidentally burned my house down."
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The statement hit me like a physical blow, leaving me stunned. As the implications sank in, I felt a wave of guilt wash over me. Of course, the awakening of pyrokinetic abilities would likely involve an accidental fire. How thoughtless of me to ask such a potentially painful question.
I glanced at Noarin, but she seemed lost in thought, her gaze fixed on the darkening sky above. The silence stretched between us, heavy with unspoken emotions.
"I'm sorry," I finally managed, my voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to bring back bad memories."
Noarin turned to me, a gentle smile softening her features. "Don't be. It's not the worst thing that could happen." Her resilience amazed me, and I found myself admiring her strength.
"How about you?" she asked, skillfully redirecting the conversation. "How did you realize your power?"
"I saved a cat after it fell from a tree," I replied, a hint of pride coloring my voice.
"That's awesome," Noarin said, genuine admiration in her tone.
I couldn't help but smile wryly. "Thanks, though after that, everyone thought I was a lunatic."
Noarin's expression turned thoughtful. "Can't blame them. People don't believe what they don't understand." She stood up, stretching her arms above her head. "Let's begin, shall we?"
I nodded, rising to my feet with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. "Alright."
"We'll start with something simple," Noarin said, positioning her hand as if grasping an invisible hilt. In a flash of light, a gleaming sword materialized in her grasp.
