Yukio was laid out on the ground, heaving for air. Sweat drenched his body as if he'd just been swimming. His hair, longer than before, soaked in his own puddle of perspiration.
Akasan walked towards him, holding his Kuroba in his left hand. "Yukio, get up, we're not done yet."
Yukio raised his hand. "I… I can't take this anymore… I've never done something so hard in my life…! How long has it been…?"
"About six years in here, six days outside."
Yukio groaned. "How much longer do I have to do this…?"
"Until I'm satisfied with your progress."
"This is hell!!!" Yukio screamed out.
—
Henry sat atop a mountain, far above the clouds. He was meditating peacefully, his book resting in his lap. He had pointed ears, and his hair was considerably longer than it used to be, just like Yukio's.
Akasan was floating in midair behind him. "Can you see it? In your mind."
"Yes. I see it. A mighty white bolt of lightning descends down from the skies and splits the ground in two."
