ᴀᴄʜʀᴏᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ | ɪɴᴀᴢᴜᴍᴀ ᴇʟᴇᴠᴇɴ

➥▮『ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 𝟸𝟺』▯

"Fudou-san-"

"Call me Akio."

"Then, Akio-san. Can you help me improve my ability and defeat Nosoki's team?" You stopped in front of a convenience store and entered, which was followed by others.

"Who's Nosoki?" he inquired, but cut you off when you continued, "I told someone I'd give them my analysis if they-actually, we-win, and I predicted that Inakuni would win without a doubt."

As the words escaped your lips, a flicker of recognition danced across his face. His eyes, once narrow and focused, suddenly widened with a mix of surprise and anticipation. The realization dawned upon him like a sudden burst of sunlight breaking through the clouds. It was not Nosoki, it was Nosaka Yuuma. He glanced over at you, deftly holding two cone ice creams in your hands, as you made your way towards the counter.

He found himself unable to match the rapidity of your speech, his mind reeling from the revelation that you had elevated your persona to new heights and embarked on a war against another individual.

After paying the counter, you gave him one of the ice cream you have, and looked at him anticipatimg an answer.

"I can do that... But..."

"Are you aware that our playing styles differ?" You responded with a bow to his remark. The user was well aware of their own skills, yet they harbored a burning desire to delve into the intricacies of others' playing styles. You yearned for a profound understanding, a profound connection, that would elevate your abilities to unprecedented heights. It was a quest for expansion, an exploration of uncharted territories, where the boundaries of your own capabilities would be pushed to your limits.

"Indeed, the knowledge of all those things resides within me, which is precisely why I find myself reaching out to you for assistance."

"I will attempt to learn your playing style so that I can derive my own and create a new one, rather than imitating yours."

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As the first rays of sunlight gently filtered through the curtains, a symphony of melodious chirping birds filled the air, rousing you from your slumber. Slowly, you fluttered your eyes open, allowing the soft morning light to seep into your consciousness.

A contented hum escaped your lips as you savored the tranquility of the moment. Feeling the need to fully awaken your senses, you gracefully extend your limbs in a languid stretch, relishing the delightful sensation of your muscles coming to life. With renewed energy coursing through your veins, you made your way towards the inviting embrace of the shower.

You then carefully select a lovely pastel blue t-shirt and pair it with a stylish set of black short jeans. You feel a sense of satisfaction. The colors complement each other perfectly, creating a pleasing ensemble. With your outfit complete, you reach out and grasp the doorknob, gently twisting it to initiate the opening of the door.

Once again, you found myself trapped in the clutches of an agonizing existence, as the relentless passage of time marked yet another day of unrelenting torment.

Anyway, after a long and tiring bus ride, you finally arrived at the school of Raimon. As you stepped off the bus, you couldn't help but feel a sense of boredom and anticipation for what awaited you. Little did you know, fate had a peculiar surprise in store for you.

You made your way towards the entrance, you noticed a slightly ajar door, beckoning you to explore what lay beyond. Curiosity getting the better of you, you cautiously pushed the door open, only to be greeted by an unexpected sight - a bare-chested Haizaki standing before you.