"This blade shall be called Musou Isshin."
"I hope all our dreams come true. I hope our hearts will remain forever as they were in the beginning."
"Hey, Ei, what do you think? Ten years from now, twenty years from now, thirty years from now, fifty years from now—when we see this blade again, will this happiness still remain?"
"Eternally unchanging? Mm-hmm, that really is a wonderful hope."
"But if you ask me, I'd rather cherish the present. That way, even a fleeting moment of happiness can become an eternal, unchanging memory in our lives!"
The dead memories had returned, and they were attacking me—by Baal.
Her sister Raiden Makoto's beautiful, serene face appeared in Baal's mind again. In Baal's eyes, she had been the most beautiful and elegant girl in the world.
Unlike Baal, who had possessed great athletic talent since childhood and therefore paid little attention to feminine etiquette, while doing poorly in the humanities but exceptionally well in the sciences, Raiden Makoto had been a very traditional, artistic girl in both personality and conduct.
Moreover, thanks to practicing kendo, Raiden Makoto's healthy body had kept her constantly energetic, brimming with an infectious vitality.
At school, Raiden Makoto had been the quintessential unattainable flower on a lofty peak, enchanting countless boys and girls. Even Baal herself had been no exception. She felt no jealousy toward her perfect sister—only admiration and affection.
And so, recalling what her sister Raiden Makoto had been like in life truly felt, to Baal, as though her dead memories were attacking her.
Baal, clutching Musou Isshin, revealed an expression of uncontrollable sorrow. If she could have, she truly would rather have been the one to die that day, taking Raiden Makoto's place.
Or rather, for sisters who loved each other so deeply, the one