As the aromatic waft of freshly prepared dishes filled the air, the group found themselves momentarily captivated by the sight of the feast laid before them. The waiter's timely arrival marked the end of the brief interlude, and anticipation brimmed in the air like a prelude to a symphony of flavors.
With a flourish, the waiter orchestrated the presentation of the meticulously crafted dishes, each plate a canvas adorned with culinary artistry. The dishes, a tantalizing array of steaks, ランプとトモサンカク, and カマンベールとマッシュルームのアヒージョ, promised a sensory journey through taste and texture. As the waiter retreated, leaving the ensemble of delectable creations, the group's eyes gleamed with eager anticipation.
Ryouichi, ever the connoisseur of fine dining, assumed the role of both host and culinary enthusiast. "Go ahead and get the first taste," he urged, his confidence in the restaurant's culinary prowess evident in his words. The directive unleashed a cascade of movements as Kaito, Aria, Yuki, and Sakura poised their utensils to embark on the initial exploration of flavors.
The first bite, a harmonious convergence of seasoned perfection, drew reactions that ranged from exclamations of delight to silent nods of approval. Kaito, his eyes alight with culinary joy, couldn't help but express his enthusiasm. "The food is really great!" he exclaimed, setting the tone for the chorus of agreements that followed.
Yuki, known for her concise yet impactful statements, concurred with a simple, "I agree." Meanwhile, Hikari, usually one to interject humor into conversations, was temporarily silenced by the sheer enjoyment of her ランプとトモサンカク. Sakura, always measured in her responses, added, "I agree."
Ryouichi, a satisfied architect of this culinary exploration, basked in the collective approval. "I told you," he affirmed, a subtle triumph in his tone. With that, he, too, delved into his own steak, savoring the fruits of the restaurant's culinary mastery.
The restaurant, now a stage for this gastronomic performance, echoed with the sounds of clinking cutlery and muted expressions of delight. The group, unified in their appreciation for the artistry of food, shifted their focus entirely to the symphony of flavors unfolding on their plates, temporarily immersed in the joy of a delightful meal.
In the heart of Tokyo, amidst the pulsating rhythm of urban life, the conversation between Haruka and Enishi unfolded with an air of quiet intrigue. The city lights danced around them, casting a kaleidoscope of colors that mirrored the complexity of the impending events. As Enishi's stoic demeanor contrasted with Haruka's subtle smirk, an unspoken understanding pervaded the atmosphere.
Haruka's gaze, momentarily diverted to the ground, hinted at a wealth of contemplation beneath the surface. His inner musings echoed a foreboding declaration, "In two days, it will start. I will start it." The cryptic nature of his statement left the audience, which included only Enishi at this point, to grasp at the veiled intentions harbored within the words. Haruka's smirk added an enigmatic layer, as if he reveled in the anticipation of the upcoming events.
Enishi, ever the observer, received this revelation with a characteristic blank expression. His response, a simple acknowledgment, "Okay," conveyed a readiness to follow Haruka's lead, an unspoken agreement that their destinies were intricately intertwined. The dynamic between the two, a symbiotic blend of power and strategy, hinted at a partnership forged through shared objectives.
Yet, the conversation delved deeper as Haruka elucidated on the consequences of their impending actions. The initiation of their plan, designed to draw in powerful practitioners, bore an acknowledgment of disappointment. Enishi, with a discerning eye, expressed his disillusionment in the trajectory many practitioners had taken, noting, "I'm disappointed in how they've become." This sentiment, a reflection of Enishi's high standards, painted a stark picture of the perceived decline in the caliber of those wielding supernatural abilities.
Haruka, with a nuanced perspective, recognized the multifaceted nature of their peers. His acknowledgment that "Some have the potential to become great, but ultimately fail due to many factors," suggested a measured understanding of the intricate web of circumstances that determined an individual's trajectory. The acknowledgment of untapped potential left room for both regret and a lingering hope for untapped greatness.
Yet, Haruka's discerning eye didn't shy away from a stark reality. His assertion that "Some of them are just weak with no great potential" underscored the harsh truth that not all practitioners possessed the latent prowess needed to ascend to greatness. This candid assessment, delivered with a blend of realism and perhaps a hint of disdain, further emphasized the vast spectrum of abilities and potentials that populated their supernatural realm.
As the city lights continued their mesmerizing dance, the discourse between Haruka and Enishi lingered in the air—an intricately woven tapestry of intentions, disappointment, and an unspoken acknowledgment of the impending storm that would be unleashed in two days.
The vibrant streets of Yokohama, having absorbed the lively chatter and laughter of its denizens, became a stage for an unexpected turn of events. Kaito, Aria, Ryouichi, Yuki, Sakura, and Hikari, having concluded their meal and left the restaurant, now strolled down the bustling avenues, immersed in the post-dinner ambiance of the city. The glow of streetlights and the rhythmic hum of urban life surrounded them, casting a veil of normalcy over the scene.
However, amidst the ordinary, an extraordinary sensation unfolded. Like a ripple in the fabric of reality, an ominous spiritual presence made itself known. It was a malevolent force, palpable to those attuned to the supernatural currents that flowed beneath the surface of mundane existence. The group, despite walking down a crowded street, shared an instinctual awareness of the disturbance.
The spiritual entity, though malevolent, didn't radiate overwhelming power. It was a curious anomaly—a discordant note in the harmony of the city. Hikari, known for her incredible speed, seized the initiative. Accelerating to an astounding speed of 53,990,000 km/h, she shot towards the source of the disturbance, a force that stood out like a shadow against the vibrant backdrop of Yokohama.
In a display of precision and strength, Hikari's fist struck the spiritual being's solar plexus with a singular, devastating blow. The malevolent force, caught off guard by the sudden assault, dissipated under the overwhelming might of Hikari's strike. The city returned to its usual rhythm, seemingly unaware of the brief confrontation that had transpired.
As Kaito, Aria, Ryouichi, Yuki, and Sakura approached Hikari, the question lingered in the air. Why would a malevolent spiritual being manifest itself in the heart of a highly populated city? The peculiarity of the situation stirred a collective curiosity among them.
Hikari, having neutralized the threat efficiently, voiced the collective bewilderment. "Weird... What was a malevolent spiritual being doing in a highly populated city?" Sakura, contemplating the inexplicable occurrence, responded, "I'm not sure either." The enigma of the malevolent presence lingered, leaving the group with a sense of unease and prompting them to remain vigilant as they continued their journey through the city streets.