On Sol Imperium, four mythological spirits watch over the kingdoms in order to uphold the growth and development of Sol. To uphold the peace between the Four Kingdoms, the spirits made a pact and chose Four Chosen as vassals from each kingdom.
Ryou...
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On Sol Imperium, four mythological spirits watch over the kingdoms in order to uphold the growth and development of Sol. To uphold the peace between the Four Kingdoms, the spirits made a pact and chose four chosen as vassals from each kingdom.
Ryou Seiryu is not one of the four chosen yet he is to serve as a guide in order to influence the Kingdom of Suiren's vassal with their ideals. Now, he wants to decide his own fate instead of being shackled down and runs away.
He considers himself an ordinary boy if not for some girl that came crashing into his life demanding to be his friend.
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Introduction
In the library, Ryou picks his seat where he can glance up without her noticing.
He finds her standing in front of a bookshelf. Every time he catches sight of her, he fights off the blush that threatens to explode on his face. It isn't of love, but he admits having this certain admiration towards her.
He doesn't believe in 'love at first sight' but the girl is. . .cute? And has very exotic coloring. With hair blue as the sky and doe-like amethyst purple eyes, the girl stands with a lot of self-confidence despite the many curious stares she's gathering because of her unusual colored hair. Maybe it was dyed?
She walks without faltering and a nonexistent wind billows her hair like an awesome cape behind her. She glides from one place to another and with time, Ryou founds a rhythmic pattern in her footsteps.
He listens to the rhythms like clockwork. She goes back and forth before pausing to stare at the bookshelves and no matter how hard Ryou tried, he can't see anything beyond the ordinary bookshelf.
Stomp.
Stomp.
Stomp.
And then a momentary pause before resuming.
Stomp.
Stomp.
Stomp.
Her boots against the library's ceramic tiles thrum with a soft echoing melody that Ryou can listen to as he tries and fails to focus on his book. He gives up in the end, his eyes keep getting swept away. His attention falters as the printed words aren't nearly as interesting as her.
Stomp.
Stomp.
Stomp.
A pause and then repeat.
Stomp.
Stomp.
. . .
The rhythm comes to a stop. Ryou jolts in surprise and confusion. Instead of staring at the bookshelves, as usual, a book rests on one of her palms and her other hands flip page after page.
