Akasi was at a loss as he looked at Number Seven.
"Next, I will use my strongest strike to end you, as a tribute to our brief friendship these past days?"
Number Seven raised her greatsword.
Like a Valkyrie gathering holy power, Akasi found it hard to imagine there could exist such a powerful human in this world; even the air around them grew violent.
He was in utter despair, about to give up struggling, because he could not imagine how to fight against Number Seven.
The gap in strength between them was like a river compared to the ocean.
But just then, he heard Number Seven's mocking voice:
"So you haven't changed at all, Akasi. Is that all your will to live amounts to?
Have you really thought about leaving this place? Have you truly longed for life and freedom?
Look at your cowardly face.
In this world, no one can survive alone. But in the future, who will you be able to protect?
Facing an absolute disparity in strength, must you wear an expression of resigning to fate?
