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| + | Inside the public park late at night surrounded by a death like silence, it appears like certain methods were used to expel the bystanders, there isn’t one of those hobos that use the public park as houses |
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| + | This is the French Hill Park with a view to see the harbor— — this place is a natural atmosphere, trees growing thickly and luxuriantly, but in this park what is unexpected is that are places were it is uncomfortable. Even in the mornings, this particular place appears gloomy, it wouldn’t be strange if someone snuck in here amidst the dark and attack someone else. |
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| + | And at this hill top, Kazuma slightly leans against a tree trunk while thinking. |
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| + | Because he is wearing a black leather jacket, if it was not like that then one might even walk close and would completely not notice that someone is standing right in front. |
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| + | Just like an expert hunter, Kazuma and nature had become one. |
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| + | “— — — — !” |
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| + | Suddenly the eyes opened, unable to constrain those kinds of joyful and fearful feeling that covers the body. |
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| + | “You here — —?” |
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| + | Kazuma mumbled. Surprising amount of heat rising at the entrance of the park, then continued to move towards Kazuma’s position. Even if Kazuma didn’t have sharp senses, it would be impossible for him to miss such a thing. In the dark, releasing waves of such strength with such brightness and magnificence, making it feel as if a very powerful being is arriving like the arrival of dawn. |
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| + | If you described Ayano’s strength this evening as the sun, then this kind of strength would be as powerful as an explosion of a supernova. |
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| + | Without even bothering to hide himself, just like showing himself off, walking with ease, simply prestige without comparison like the arrival of a king. |
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| + | When “he” steps into the square of the park, without any uncertainty the vision meets Kazuma’s who is standing underneath a tree’s shade. |
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| + | “…Waited a long time?” |
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| + | “No, very punctual.” |
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Revision as of 07:42, 7 August 2007
Chapter Three - Clash with the Past
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In the dark, Kazuma stands alone.
Inside the public park late at night surrounded by a death like silence, it appears like certain methods were used to expel the bystanders, there isn’t one of those hobos that use the public park as houses
This is the French Hill Park with a view to see the harbor— — this place is a natural atmosphere, trees growing thickly and luxuriantly, but in this park what is unexpected is that are places were it is uncomfortable. Even in the mornings, this particular place appears gloomy, it wouldn’t be strange if someone snuck in here amidst the dark and attack someone else.
And at this hill top, Kazuma slightly leans against a tree trunk while thinking.
Because he is wearing a black leather jacket, if it was not like that then one might even walk close and would completely not notice that someone is standing right in front.
Just like an expert hunter, Kazuma and nature had become one.
“— — — — !”
Suddenly the eyes opened, unable to constrain those kinds of joyful and fearful feeling that covers the body.
“You here — —?”
Kazuma mumbled. Surprising amount of heat rising at the entrance of the park, then continued to move towards Kazuma’s position. Even if Kazuma didn’t have sharp senses, it would be impossible for him to miss such a thing. In the dark, releasing waves of such strength with such brightness and magnificence, making it feel as if a very powerful being is arriving like the arrival of dawn.
If you described Ayano’s strength this evening as the sun, then this kind of strength would be as powerful as an explosion of a supernova.
Without even bothering to hide himself, just like showing himself off, walking with ease, simply prestige without comparison like the arrival of a king.
When “he” steps into the square of the park, without any uncertainty the vision meets Kazuma’s who is standing underneath a tree’s shade.
“…Waited a long time?”
“No, very punctual.”
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