The white snow reflects the sunlight, making it look a bit dazzling. When the wind blows, the withered cherry blossom petals break away from the branches and float in the air, gently drawing a white arc.
In the cold air, there is a sense of tranquility with a bit of icy blood.
Unknowingly, it's been so long and you still haven't come back, Brother Killua. I don't know what freedom he is talking about. I just know that no matter how many years it takes, I will get my brother back.
Suddenly I felt the pressure in the air, which made the air vibrate like tearing. The enemy... Was careless.
The hand holding the fan bone calmly unfolded the paper fan, and the power of thought was tightly wrapped around the fan. The other hand in the cuff quickly pressed the communicator, the nails protruded silently, and the calm and emotionless pupils looked very empty.
"Who?"
I silently stared at the translucent body, facing the child in a crimson kimono... Was it me...