i think it’s great when someone tries to pull off a tragic self-sacrifice in a story and there’s at least one guy who’s just like “no this is fucking stupid actually. you’re an idiot.” about it. because it kind of is. i love a good tragedy but let’s be honest with ourselves if a friend tried to indulge a noble sacrifice fantasy would you not be a little annoyed. like come on man.
Ended up writing 18k worth of Chains of the Dragon this weekend, which tomorrow, I will have to start breaking up into chapters and posting. That’s definitely at least 3 chapters worth. XD
The raindrops never touched him, he made no splashes in the countless puddles, his feet left no tracks in the mud. That rushing figure… was Kanon…
Then, he ran up the stairs, to the entrance of the mansion. He did not slow down in the slightest to open the door. He ran straight at it as though trying to break through, and leapt into it…!
Though the door was shut, even that couldn’t stop Kanon. He slipped through the door, fell into the entranceway, and slowly stood up. His body wasn’t even wet. And, as he recalled those nostalgic days spent serving the Ushiromiya family, which would never come again, he ran once more. He was heading for Battler’s guest room.
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