The wind whistled through the crumbling walls of Yamanashi Stronghold, carrying with it the faint echoes of a world long abandoned. As Kazuichi and Ryoma reached the edge of the stronghold, a sense of calm settled over them, their journey together nearing its end. They had shared stories, exchanged battles, and forged an unspoken bond in the quiet moments between the chaos of their world. But something lingered in the air—a tension that had yet to be resolved.
Ryoma turned to Kazuichi, a gleam of excitement in his eyes. "Before we part ways, how about a little test?" His lips curled into a challenging grin. "I want to see what you're really made of, Kazuichi. No holding back."
Kazuichi raised an eyebrow, sensing the eagerness in Ryoma's tone. "A test, huh? You sure you want to do that?"
