Ron's expression darkened, and he curled his lip in distaste. "Look... you'd better stop saying things people could get the wrong idea about. If word gets out, people will think I'm gay."
Zephyr didn't take up that thread. He unfastened the Marine Coat of Justice draped over his shoulders and casually tossed it onto the ground.
Then he began slowly stepping sideways, his gaze never leaving Ron's face. "They all said I had a dream, but I know that decisive battle over three days and nights was real, wasn't it?"
Ron hesitated for a moment, then quickly guessed why Zephyr would say that. It seemed the illusion he had created last time had left an all-too-real trace in Zephyr's memory.
"Heh..." Ron couldn't hold it in and laughed aloud. A guy who fell under an illusion in an instant is talking about fighting me for three days and nights?
Watching the changing smile on Ron's face, Zephyr's gaze darkened slightly, as though he had understood something. "Was it all fake? You've really made me curious. How exactly did you do it?"
As Zephyr finished speaking, Ron's pitch-black pupils suddenly turned scarlet, and three tomoe appeared in his irises, slowly rotating.
Then Ron's gaze settled on Zephyr's face, and he chuckled. "Don't blink. Watch closely. I'll satisfy your curiosity and demonstrate it right here."
Zephyr watched Ron warily, his body tensing slightly. He wanted to see just how Ron did it.
But after watching for quite a while, he still noticed nothing different.
His surroundings hadn't changed, the sensations in his body hadn't changed, and Ron himself hadn't moved.
Nothing had happened.
"And then?" Zephyr asked.
Ron shrugged, the smile on his face undiminished. "There is no 'then.'"
"Are you messing with me?" Zephyr looked slightly displeased. He exhaled softly, then