Rentaro Satomi's voice began to carry a deep weariness.
"This revenge with no end in sight... it's just too exhausting."
"Besides."
"I've already decided..."
"I've officially passed the Civil Security Agency's assessment..."
"IISO will assign me an Initiator soon..."
"I hear she's a good kid..."
"From now on..."
"I might have to devote more of my energy to that..."
With that said.
Rentaro Satomi lowered his head, took a crumpled document from his pocket, clearly one he had been gripping for a long time, and placed it on the desk.
"..."
Kisara Tendo looked at the thin sheet of paper on the desk.
At that moment.
Kisara Tendo felt like a joke.
Here she was, pushing her body to its limits for revenge and their future together, honing her swordsmanship day and night.
"For money..."
Kisara Tendo murmured, suddenly finding it all utterly absurd.
"Of course."
"After all, as I am now, I can't give you anything but this hatred."
"I can't even pay the rent..."
"I'm just dead weight..."
"Kisara, that's not what I meant..."
Rentaro Satomi seemed to notice something wrong in Kisara Tendo's tone and tried to explain.
But.
"Get out."
Kisara Tendo abruptly raised her head, pointing her slender hand straight toward the door.
Those narrow eyes, which always held a smile when she faced him and occasionally showed a girlish coyness, now held nothing but ice.
-The eyes of someone who had gone mad.
"Kisara..."
"Get the hell out!"
"Get out!!!"
With that.
Kisara Tendo grabbed the document envelope beside her and hurled it at Rentaro Satomi with all her strength.
Rustle-!
Papers scattered.
Like snowflakes drifting down from the sky, they drew an unbridgeable chasm between the two of them.
Rentaro Satomi did not dodge, letting the documents strike him before sliding helplessly to