[Sukamoka Vol. 3] Chapter 5: Lost Kitten

[Sukamoka Vol. 3] Chapter 4 Part 6: Who Now Stands Beside

Lakish held a sword – rather, a weapon in the rough shape of a sword – that she had picked up at some point. It was an amalgamation of dozens of metal shards, colorless light pouring out from the cracks between them, speaking to a crystallization of enormous power awaiting release.

The dug weapon, Seniolis. The girl raised the weapon, which had been knocked out of Feodor’s hands at some point, and dashed forward.

A single flash rent the night.

[Sukamoka Vol. 3] Chapter 4 Part 5: Who Stands in the Way

The dangerous character known as Feodor Jessman also heard the ringing alarms.

“They found out quicker than expected, huh?”

He’d thought he’d had at least a ten-minute head start, but this was still the Winged Guard in the end. He needed to hurry.

[Sukamoka Vol. 3] Chapter 4 Part 4: Admired Senior

She ate her dinner.

She worked up a sweat in the gym.

She took a bath.

The sun had set long ago.

[Sukamoka Vol. 3] Chapter 4 Part 3: The Captive Rebel

I am in a strange place.

In front of me is the back of an unfamiliar person.

He is a tall man wearing a military uniform. Short black hair. As far as I can see, the man doesn’t possess any visible markings. His shoulders are slumped with the weight of deep weariness.

“I wanted to give them happiness,” the man mutters to himself softly. “I wanted to show them it was fine for them to feel joy.”

I feel as if I have heard these worries before. I’m reassured that people who think about the same things can be found anywhere.

…I also think it’s kind of stupid to be worried. I might not know who ‘they’ are, but if they were showered in such strong, direct feelings, then couldn’t that be called happiness too?