Ever since he was young, Haruki always had this certain premonition of apprehension when things went according to plan so smoothly. This was especially poignant when he is caught up playing video games, where every turn or minute can suddenly turn the tides for you or your opponent.
It turned out that the same could also be applied in real life, especially if reality mimics a certain video game you were so absorbed about.
Haruki sighed heavily, as he sat down beneath a rugged wooden floor, feeling the bumps and bounces as the rickety carriage he was hastily stuffed into went in its merry way to some unknown destination. The pair of chained silver bracelets on both his wrists seemed to mock him, especially the glinting gold engravings that symbolized a high level Seal Spell. This certain Spell was a bane for anyone who uses Magic, preventing its usage, which was incredibly unlucky for the physical combat trash known as Haruki.
