![]() ![]() The memories of some of the faculty have been altered via Maria and Zestâs magic, but they had shown restraint in doing so in order to escape the prying eyes of the Hero Clan. Today, on the third weekend of January, Basara had arrived here from Hasegawaâs invitationâfew days after Basara and the others had returned from the Demon Realm. ![]() ![]() Noticing Hasegawa looking at him with her head tilted to the side with a puzzled expression, he embarrassedly tilted his head downward and apologized, before he started walking with her to the ticket gate. No matter how many times he looked at her current form, it always appeared fresh to himâmuch more different than that of her usual self. Having prepared for the far colder weather of their destination, Hasegawa wore a white long coat and a warm, mutton fur scarf that day, an attire that was befitting of the snowy vicinity. And in light of her arrivalâīasara became entranced yet againâmuch like the surrounding people that passed by them. ![]() It was the all too beautiful school nurseâHasegawa Chisatoâwho had invited him to this place. ÂâWhatâs wrong, Toujou? We should be going too.âįollowing that, a certain someone took Toujou Basara by his left hand.Ī rather cheerful voice had preceded the gesture, letting out white breath more transparent and clear than the surrounding snow. Stopping amidst the lively movement of the surrounding passersby made him feel as if though he had been abandoned. There were many other tourists who had alighted at this stop much like Basara did, creating a wave of people towards the ticket gate. Such was the fate of a famous tourist destination. There was a liveliness that came from the conversations and footsteps of the mass of passersby. ÂHis present location was distinctly different from ãthe Villageã, however. It was the place where Basara had once spent his days living in surely it was covered in snow right now as well. ¦Itâs a little like the winter air in ãthe Villageã here. It was a sensation that prompted him to stop in his tracks, before he looked up at the empty sky spontaneously. Toujou Basara could feel the chill of the cold morning air piercing through him as he stood on the platform. He alighted from the train to discover a town dyed in a pure white blanket of snow. Counting the nights that belong to the two of us ![]()
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