[The same bolder overtaken by moss. The same tangle of broken branches at the edge of the forest. It's the fifth time Takasugi's passed this scenery (he never loses count), and the tedium is beginning to sharpen his step.
He isn't looking for a way out, he's simply continuing with an insurmountable drive to overtake this anomaly in tenacity.
Rain clouds form quickly, rolling over the blue sky bearing heavy humidity. Thunder claps, and before droplets of water hit the ground, the path has become mud from the damp air.
A sign of the illusion caving, Takasugi assumes, and keeps walking.
He'll continue, soggy and obstinate, until a bolt of lightning sears the air and cracks against the broken tree he'd been using as a landmark. It smolders, too wet to catch fire; Takasugi waits as the charge dissipates, the air rife with the smell of electricity.
As he lingers, a familiar face becomes visible through the curtain-like downpour. There isn't much shelter available on this stretch of path; he regards his new companion with a wry smile.] Get lost?
. lancelot
He isn't looking for a way out, he's simply continuing with an insurmountable drive to overtake this anomaly in tenacity.
Rain clouds form quickly, rolling over the blue sky bearing heavy humidity. Thunder claps, and before droplets of water hit the ground, the path has become mud from the damp air.
A sign of the illusion caving, Takasugi assumes, and keeps walking.
He'll continue,
soggy andobstinate, until a bolt of lightning sears the air and cracks against the broken tree he'd been using as a landmark. It smolders, too wet to catch fire; Takasugi waits as the charge dissipates, the air rife with the smell of electricity.As he lingers, a familiar face becomes visible through the curtain-like downpour. There isn't much shelter available on this stretch of path; he regards his new companion with a wry smile.] Get lost?