"Akane Shinjo?"
Looking at Akane Shinjo as she appeared before him, Mo Wang's eyes held three parts confusion, three parts bewilderment, and four parts wariness.
"Why are you here?"
"Are you really Akane Shinjo?"
Looking at the girl before him, though she still looked familiar, in Mo Wang's eyes, she seemed much more mature.
An apologetic smile appeared on Akane Shinjo's face, and she nodded lightly. "It's me, but I'm not the Akane Shinjo you know." Her voice was steadier than in his memory.
Mo Wang was silent for a moment, then nodded in understanding.
From her condition, it was not hard for Mo Wang to guess that the person before him was most likely the Akane Shinjo from the timeline Knight had mentioned before.
"Why did you come here?" Mo Wang finally asked the most crucial question.
Akane Shinjo suddenly smiled sweetly, and in that instant, it was as if she had become the girl from Mo Wang's memory again. "Yuta—no, I should call you Mo Wang now." She tilted her head playfully. "I came here for many reasons, but the main one is... someone asked me to pass along a few words."
Under Mo Wang's puzzled gaze, a ball of light slowly gathered in Akane Shinjo's hand.
The light was neither dazzling nor scorching. Instead, it gave off a gentle feeling.
In Mo Wang's eyes, that ball of light then turned into someone who felt both familiar and strange to him.
"Musashi?"
Looking at the sunny young man who slowly appeared before him, he instinctively spoke a name.
The other party's name seemed to slip out on its own.
Even now, with Mo Wang's memories all jumbled together, the young man before him still left an indelible impression on him.
But it was obvious that the young man