Volume 7
Chapter 5
"Hah, hah, hah..."
In the outskirts,
shrouded in the dark of night, a young man was throwing his fists.
The punches he threw
sent the air flying, and the flowing kicks sliced through the wind.
The one throwing his
fists while breathing heavily was Kevin, a young man of the Silver Wolf tribe
belonging to the 3rd-grade, 1st-rank.
His dance, illuminated
by the moonlight, was without a single pause, and he unleashed one technique
after another.
He threw a ki-filled
straight punch, then slid his right foot forward to connect with an elbow
strike, and further linked it to a roundhouse kick with his left leg.
Furthermore, with the
momentum of the swung-through left leg, he lightly jumped. While switching his
feet, he unleashed an axe kick with his right foot.
The blow, with the
momentum of the roundhouse kick added on top, violently struck the ground, and
the dirt kicked up by the impact danced in the air.
It was a kick that
would have undoubtedly crushed ordinary armor along with its contents.
But despite unleashing
such a blow, Kevin's expression was stiff, contrary to the sharpness of his
technique.
"No good. This
will be dodged...!"
Gritting his back
teeth, Kevin reset his fists into a guard.
In front of him, a
field of weeds spread out. However, in his eyes, he saw the sight of a human
figure with a katana standing in that grassland.
The moment he saw that
shadow, a hot, sticky sensation spread through his mind.
He remembered the
figure of the human who had fought a fierce battle with Jihad in the Martial
Arts Garden.
The countless
incredible feats shown by the person he had scorned as an inferior student, as
scum.
Jihad's sword and
shield being shattered. The 10th-rank student who had accomplished
what no A-rank student in the 3rd-grade, 1st-rank had
ever accomplished was stuck in his head.
The hero, whose
temporary weapon had been shattered, finally drew his own partner, which he had
never wielded against a student, and faced Nozomu.
It was him acknowledging
the student named Nozomu Bountis as worthy of him wielding his own weapon.
Among the 3rd-graders,
no one had received such treatment. No one had been able to make Jihad draw his
"partner."
And the person at whom
that greatsword was pointed showed no signs of being daunted, and just stared
straight at the powerful enemy before him.
"What is wrong
with that guy...!"
For Kevin, who had
only ever judged people by their power and strength, the sight of Nozomu
fighting Jihad was truly a bolt from the blue.
A burning rage and
shame seared through Kevin's body.
But what irritated him
most of all was that the person he had feelings for had been sending unsparing
cheers to that inferior student.
The words she had
directed at Nozomu during the mock battle were piercing Kevin's chest like a
spear.
The blade that guy had
drawn, inspired by her cheers. Her, staring at his figure as he fought Jihad
head-on while shouldering a handicap, with eyes that shone like a rainbow.
The battle had ended
in Jihad's victory. But in that battle, there was no one who could laugh at
Nozomu.
Because everyone had
been captivated by his figure, who had struggled until the very end even when
cornered, fighting a lonely battle to find a way out.
Finally seeing the
fainted Nozomu, his beloved had jumped into the arena without a care for the
public eye.
Rushing over to
Nozomu, who had fallen to the ground faster than anyone, and shaking his
shoulders while desperately shouting, from her voice, Kevin could only feel
pain.
"Damn
it...!"
While being assaulted
by a passion that felt like his whole body was on fire, and an indescribable
discomfort, Kevin clicked his tongue and activated Flash Step.
As if to shake off the
discomfort in his chest, he leaped at the enemy standing before him... the shadow
of Nozomu.
But this time, the
shadow did not just take it.
As if in response to
Kevin's Flash Step, the shadow also activated Flash Step, dashing towards Kevin
with the momentum of a head-on collision.
The distance between
the two shortened at once, and in an instant, the shadow's figure filled
Kevin's vision.
Due to their weapons,
the shadow of Nozomu, who held a katana, had a longer reach.
The shadow swung its
raised katana at his torso. However, its speed was by no means fast.
"Such a slow
blow!"
Kevin leaped in time
with the slash. Using his natural physical ability and lightness, he jumped
over Nozomu's head in a somersault.
Furthermore, while
turning his body in mid-air, Kevin shot a ki blast at the shadow's feet,
dampening its momentum with the kicked-up dirt and sand.
He landed right behind
the shadow. Inside the sword's range. The optimal distance for him to throw his
fists one-sidedly.
"Raaah!"
Kevin immediately
pulled back his fist and launched it at the back of the shadow's head.
His physical ability,
enhanced by ki. The fist, with the twist of his entire body conveyed to it,
became a vicious blunt weapon and assaulted the shadow from behind.
Furthermore, the
shadow was completely frozen from the ki blast he had shot earlier.
"Got him!"
A certain victory. But
the next moment, that certainty had vanished like mist.
"Wha!?"
The figure of the
shadow that had been at the tip of his fist flowed away from Kevin's range.
At the same time, the
shadow's body spun around, and its sharp gaze pierced Kevin.
The shadow had used
the momentum from swinging its katana to step forward, and was trying to dodge
Kevin's punch with the unique circular motion of swordsmanship.
An evasive maneuver at
an extremely fine timing, where it was uncertain if it would make it.
Would Kevin's fist
catch the shadow or not? A single bead of sweat ran down the silver wolf's
cheek, and his pupils dilated.
And a momentary
intersection. At the end of Kevin's swung-through fist... the shadow was not
there.
"!"
Kevin's cheeks twitched,
and a cold sweat broke out on his back at once.
The shadow, which had
succeeded in evading while getting a single scratch on its cheek, had entered
an upward slash motion at the same time as it turned around.
While the hair on his
entire body stood on end, Kevin tried to pull back his swung-through fist.
But since Kevin had
stepped in himself, he was already unable to escape the sword's range.
"Tch!"
Clicking his tongue,
he forcibly placed his own fist in the path of the katana.
In an unstable
posture, Kevin attempted a parry using the smooth armor of his gauntlet. But
contrary to his aim, the shadow's blade sliced through the gauntlet without any
resistance.
"Guh!"
Kevin tried to take
distance in a panic, but by that time, the shadow had already unleashed its
returning blade.
Something approached
at high speed in front of him.
The next moment, Kevin
felt a sensation as if something had passed right through his body.
"Ah..."
A dazed voice escaped
Kevin's lips.
A strange feeling of
floating and emptiness. His neck down felt strangely chilly.
A spinning vision.
Then, with a thud, the scene before him turned sideways.
What in the world... A
blacking-out vision. There, his own body, gushing blood...
"Zuah! Hah, hah,
hah..."
He couldn't help but
shout, breathing heavily.
When he came to, his
blacked-out vision had returned to normal.
When he checked his
neck with his hand, his neck was firmly connected to his body.
"Ugh...!"
What welled up along
with relief was a rage and humiliation that felt as if his whole body were on
fire.
Ever since Nozomu had
fought his fierce battle with Jihad, Kevin had been secretly training in this
outskirt.
He would throw his
fists until his arms wouldn't rise, and repeat his forms until his legs were
shaking.
Nozomu's shadow was
always flickering in the mind of Kevin, who was pushing his body to its limits.
He would desperately
throw his fists to shake off the shadow that crossed his mind, but he just
couldn't imagine himself winning.
And above all, the sad
face of his beloved in recent days was stirring his heart.
The fact that she
wasn't looking at him, the inferior student who had surpassed him at some
point, his own pride that didn't want to admit defeat, were all wrestling with
reality, overlapping, and mixing together, and only his impatience was growing.
"Damn it..."
A feeling of
humiliation that had unintentionally escaped.
Under the starry sky,
Kevin was clenching his fists so hard that his nails were digging into his
palms, desperately suppressing the voice that was about to scream.
***
In the basement of the
Martial Arts Garden, built within Solminati Academy, numerous magic circles
were drawn all over the vast floor.
This was the formation
for controlling the magic barrier installed in the Martial Arts Garden. The
continent's finest magic circle, created by gathering the best of the academy's
technology.
On the formation,
which was laid out like a carpet, Jihad was waiting for the arrival of his
visitor with his eyes closed in meditation.
"Good grief, am I
late?"
"No, you are on
time."
Zonne, who had
appeared out of the darkness while tapping his staff, approached Jihad while
stroking his beard.
Jihad also, without
any particular surprise, turned around and faced the old man.
"Well then, shall
I place the wedge? You, at least, don't have much time, do you?"
"Yes, well. I
have a rat hunt after this, so..."
"Hmm. Well then,
shall we begin..."
Zonne walked past
Jihad and glanced at the magic circle drawn on the floor.
But Zonne's objective
was not the magic circle in front of him. This was merely a cover to hide the
real formation.
Zonne slowly reached
into his pocket and took out a thick bundle of papers.
The moment he saw what
was drawn on that paper, Jihad frowned suspiciously.
"Old man, are you
being serious?"
"Wh-What's with
that disappointed look! I am being extremely serious!"
What was drawn on the
cover of the thick bundle of papers was the naked figures of alluring women. It
was pornography.
Zonne, who was
showered with a cold gaze, began to explain himself, faltering.
"Th-This is a
disguise! It looks like pornography, but the inside is a work of art created by
gathering the best of our magical technology!"
Jihad's gaze grew a
step colder.
Was it true? It was
highly doubtful.
"Oh, whatever!
Just watch!"
Zonne roughly threw
the bundle of papers he was holding into the air.
The various naked
figures of women danced in the air. From humans and beastmen to elves. Covering
everything from fresh saplings to ripe fruits, from large breasts to flat
chests, a recreational item that he himself called a work of art.
"Rage on! My
self-made work of art!"
The storm that swirled
and raged was truly a pink typhoon. Jihad almost blurted out, "You drew
this yourself?!"
Licentiousness at its
peak.
In the midst of such a
strange scene, the suspicious gaze from Jihad pierced Zonne. But the moment the
raging storm grew a step fiercer, it happened.
"Mmph..."
The pornography
dancing in the air suddenly began to glow, and the pink typhoon transformed into
a storm of white light.
Particles of light
danced from the glowing pornography, and the shameless naked figures
disappeared, revealing strange figures.
A strange figure that
used a lot of curves and straight lines, seemed to be cut off at the edge of the
paper. It was clearly different from the circle-based formations that were
common on this continent.
For a moment, Jihad
thought it might be a type of talisman magic used in the East, but it was
different from that too.
"This
is...!"
While Jihad was staring
wide-eyed, Zonne swung down his raised arms at once.
The next moment, the
dancing papers of light were slammed onto the floor all at once, emitting a
particularly strong light.
Upon closer
inspection, the paper formations that had been slammed onto the floor were all
connected to the figures drawn on the other papers without a single inch of
deviation.
It was a giant
formation made by connecting numerous talismans.
Far larger and more
complex and bizarre than the formation that controlled the Martial Arts
Garden's magic barrier.
Jihad swallowed hard.
Even he, who had run through numerous battlefields, had never seen such a
magnificent magic circle.
"Well then, with
this, the formation is complete. Now for the finishing touches."
While ignoring the dazed
Jihad, Zonne continued his work.
Zonne raised the staff
he held in his hand, and the white glowing staff floated up and stood in the
center of the magic circle.
At the same time, an
intense light was emitted from the staff, and the magic circle drawn on the
floor was also dyed a single white color, and the staff that stood in the
center of the formation sank into the ground as if it were being absorbed.
Eventually, after the
staff had completely disappeared into the ground, the light of the magic circle
also vanished.
"With this, it is
finished."
Darkness once again
dominated the basement.
The magnificent
formation was already gone without a trace, and only the barrier control
formation for the Martial Arts Garden was carved into the floor.
But with this, what
Zonne called the "wedge" had probably been driven in.
Zonne, as if his
business was finished, turned on his heel, and Jihad also followed him a little
late.
The moon, shining in
the night sky, illuminated the two who had come out of the basement. The night
was already late.
"Oh right, I had
something to give you."
As if he had
remembered, Zonne slapped his palm and took out several strange stones from his
pocket.
Stones of five colors:
blue, red, green, yellow, and black. But upon looking at their surface, a
complex and bizarre pattern that he had never seen before was carved.
"It looks like a
barrier magic tool... Zonne-dono, what is this?"
"It's a magic
tool called the Five Scale Stones. After that brat wakes up, he'll need some
training, won't he? This is a magic tool that blocks the power of the dragon,
or more accurately, the power of the spirits, from the outside. I've also
combined it with a concealment barrier."
Indeed, Jihad had also
thought that he needed to confirm and train the dragon's power that he had
taken in. However, the academy was too small to train Nozomu, a dragonslayer.
He had considered
making him train in the forest, but even then, there was no guarantee that he
wouldn't be seen by a third party.
However, with this
barrier magic tool, he wouldn't have to worry about prying eyes.
"...You're absurd
through and through."
While looking at the
handed-over Five Scale Stones in the moonlight, Jihad let out a sigh.
Basically, only one
formula can be carved into one magic tool. If you carelessly carve multiple
formulas, the carved magics will interfere with each other.
The production of a
magic tool with multiple formulas carved requires extremely high skill, and it
is traded at a considerably high price.
Jihad could only be
exasperated at the old man who was handing over such a valuable item as if it
were a local souvenir.
"Well, we don't
really need such tools, but you all probably do, right?"
"Yes. We will use
them gratefully."
However, he had to use
what was available. With the recent troubles and crises, he could no longer
afford to worry about appearances.
"You still have
another job to do, right?"
"Yes, in fact,
this is the main event."
Jihad answered Zonne's
question with a hard expression.
Jihad had accompanied
this old man because he had heard the outline of the "wedge" that
Zonne had just driven in.
The climax was yet to
come. From here on, they had to fight their own battle.
"Jihad-dono, the
preparations are complete."
Inda appeared from the
shadow of the school building.
She was holding a
thick grimoire with elaborate decorations and was wearing a robe that had been
magically protected. She was dressed as if she were going to war.
"Understood. Old
man, you..."
Jihad nodded at Inda's
simple report and turned his gaze back to Zonne.
But the old man was no
longer there, and the blowing wind was kicking up the fallen leaves.
"Jihad-dono, is
something wrong?"
"No... It's
nothing."
Jihad let out a sigh
once and immediately changed his mood.
Ignoring Zonne, who
had suddenly disappeared, Jihad walked to the main gate and looked around.
There were gazes
watching them from the trees and shadows planted near the main gate.
They were the members
of Starlight that Jihad had ordered to assemble.
"Well then, I'm
sure you've heard the story, but from now on, we will be exterminating the
pests that have infested this city."
He had already told
them everything necessary. All that was needed now was the order to start the
operation.
"No need to hold
back. Restrain and secure them all."
Along with the concise
order, the surrounding gazes all disappeared without a sound.
"We're going
too."
"Yes!"
Putting his hand on
the Jaw-Breaker on his back, Jihad also disappeared into the darkness of the
night with Inda in tow.
In the dead of night.
In the inner darkness of the moon, the battle of those who lurked in the
shadows began.
***
Nozomu couldn't help
but sigh at the strange situation he found himself in.
The moment he touched
the strange gate standing in the grassland of glasswork, this was the
situation.
A scenery like a
glittering sandstorm was moving around chaotically in all directions.
Nozomu frowned at the
unpleasant feeling of his internal organs floating.
It wasn't the
surroundings that were moving, but Nozomu himself. And it was probably in the
unwelcome situation of a free fall.
In the spinning,
blacking-out vision, Nozomu was struggling desperately to regain his posture.
"Damn it! What's
going on!?"
In the unexpected
situation, Nozomu couldn't help but raise his voice while desperately moving
his limbs.
But there was no way
he, who had no wings, could perform the feat of flying or gliding.
He somehow managed to
kill the momentum of his spin by spreading his limbs and regain his posture,
but he couldn't see where he was falling.
Innumerable white
lines were running through the darkness of the void as if to cut it.
"Wh-What should I
do!?"
Panicked and
completely unaware of how far he had fallen, Nozomu cried out in a trembling
voice.
While he was doing
that, the innumerable lines running around him were gradually decreasing in
number.
Eventually, everything
reflected before his eyes disappeared. A true darkness enveloped Nozomu.
At that moment, the
sensation of falling that he had felt until just before suddenly disappeared.
What remained was only a strange feeling of floating.
The next moment, his
vision opened up at once.
The scenery changed as
if in a blink of an eye.
"What is
this...?"
At the completely
changed situation, Nozomu's thoughts couldn't keep up.
But when he came to,
the feeling of floating from before had disappeared, and his two feet were
firmly planted on the ground.
And Nozomu couldn't
help but gasp at the beauty of the scenery that spread before him.
He was now standing on
a small hill. Beyond it, a rich hilly region stretched to the horizon.
Trees that towered
high while nurturing life, and birds that rested their wings on their branches
and leaves.
A plain where beasts
ran continued to the horizon in a lush green grassland, and beyond it stood a
giant pure white spire that pierced the clouds and seemed as if it could reach
the heavens.
That pure white spire
was illuminated by the sunlight pouring down from the sky and was shining
dazzlingly.
And in the sky... six
dragons with their wings spread were dancing.
"That's..."
Six different species
of dragons, each completely different.
Pure white, combining
strength and integrity; ocher, overflowing with life; verdant green of the
wind, soaring through the heavens at will; crimson of flame, as if embodying
the fire of life; deep blue of the great ocean, swallowing all.
Each dragon was
youthful and full of life force, and their powerful wingbeats gave off an air
of those who reigned at the pinnacle of all life.
But what caught
Nozomu's eye was something else. It was a single dragon clad in jet-black
scales that seemed to embody the darkness of the night.
That dragon, flying at
the very back of the flock, was desperately moving its wings, trying to keep up
with the five in front, despite its wobbly and precarious appearance.
"Tiamat...?"
Its build and the
number of its wings were different. But when Nozomu's eyes caught its figure,
that name naturally came from his mouth.
"Everyone~.
Wait for me~~!"
"Good
grief, that one is still terrible at flying~"
"Regnant,
don't say that. Tet is doing her best."
The dragon called
Regnant, with its green dragon scales shining in the sunlight, sighed while
flipping its sharp, blade-like membrane. To that green dragon, a blue dragon with
a supple body like a sea serpent let out a word of admonishment.
"Oru is
right... Green dragons... don't have trouble flying."
"That's
right, that's right! Oosragg is right!"
The yellow dragon,
Oosragg, with a body as gnarled as a large rock, defended Tiamat, but the red
dragon, who had cut into the conversation from the side, put her down again.
"But
well, it's true that Tiamat is an unbelievably bad at flying for a
dragon!"
"Guh... Welimus,
why do you have to interrupt the conversation there!"
The dissatisfied
Tiamat began to squawk again, but the red dragon called Welimus had a
nonchalant face.
"U~u~u~!"
"There,
there, Tet. Get a grip."
While giving a word of
encouragement to Tiamat, who was growling in frustration, a single white dragon
snuggled up beside the black dragon.
Confirming that
figure, Tiamat's eyes changed to a brilliantly cheerful color.
"Ah,
thank you, Michael!"
"Good
grief, Michael is so soft on Tet~~"
The white dragon
called Michael approached Tiamat and encouraged her by gently stroking her head
with his chin.
Their fellow dragons
were watching the two of them with gentle eyes.
At the sight of
Tiamat, which he had never seen before, Nozomu was dumbfounded.
"This is...
Tiamat's memory? But..."
For Nozomu, Tiamat was
nothing but an incarnation of calamity.
A tremendous power
that could annihilate a forest in a single blow, and an impulse and hatred as
if to destroy everything.
That dragon had
cornered him many times until now. Sometimes indirectly, sometimes directly, it
had tried to destroy Nozomu's spirit and body and resurrect itself.
But the Tiamat in
front of Nozomu now did not have a shred of that hatred or murderous impulse.
Rather, she felt somewhat childish, even weak.
Tiamat's memory.
Having glimpsed a part of it, suspicion and confusion towards that dragon began
to swirl in Nozomu.
But ignoring Nozomu's
suspicion, the six dragons continued to dance in the great sky.
Eventually, perhaps
having found a suitable flat land, the six of them began to descend at once.
A roar echoed from the
landing of the giant bodies, larger than houses, and the wild animals that had
been in the vicinity of the landing site all fled at once.
"Everyone,
it's okay~! Sorry for surprising you~!"
The landed Tiamat
confirmed the figures of the wild animals and rushed over to them, leaving the
five behind.
The wild animals
panicked at the black dragon that was making the ground tremble and hid in the
shadow of the grass, but there was no sign of them running away immediately.
"Hey,
hey, let's play~!"
Tiamat trotted over to
the animals that had been peeking at them from the shadow of the grass blades
and called out to them cheerfully.
The animals, who had
been observing for a while, eventually began to approach the black dragon
timidly, one by one.
Eventually, the first
to approach, a doe, brought her nose close to Tiamat's outstretched foreleg,
sniffed it, and gave it a single lick.
At the deer's gaze,
which was a mixture of curiosity and slight fear, Tiamat answered with gentle
eyes.
Perhaps prompted by
the gentle eyes, the doe that had been sniffing began to rub her cheek against
the black dragon's foreleg.
As if finally gaining
a sense of security from that sight, animals began to appear from the forest
one after another and snuggled up to Tiamat.
"Ahahaha!
That tickles! Hey~! Don't bite my tail~!"
Tiamat was instantly
swarmed by the animals. Not only herbivores like deer and rabbits. Even wolves
and bears, which would normally hunt them, were snuggled up to Tiamat together.
"As
usual, Tet is loved by the animals."
"...Not
just animals. She was also revered by humans."
A heartwarming scene,
illuminated by the warm sunlight. Michael, who was watching from a distance,
gave a small smile, and as if drawn in by it, Oosragg opened his mouth.
"Oh, what
did they say?"
"Black
Dragon of Abundance, was it? She felt sorry for the humans who were suffering
from famine, so she shared her vitality with the barren land~. She misjudged
the amount and turned the barren land into a sea of trees, and was in a big
panic, though~"
"As
usual, she's a bit of a ditz..."
Welimus grumbled at
Regnant's revealing story, and their comrades who heard it chuckled, rumbling
in their throats.
On the other hand,
Tiamat, who was in the middle of the conversation, was still playing with the
animals.
After watching the
scene of her playing with the animals for a while, Oru turned a grave face to
Michael.
"By the
way, Michael, was it okay for you to slip out of the ritual? Your father must
be furious that you snuck out, isn't he?"
"It's
fine, Oru. What's needed for the ritual is Brother Gabriel, anyway... I don't
think Father even minds that I'm gone...?"
The blue dragon called
Oru tilted her head a little worriedly, but Michael answered by shaking his
head.
But his voice sounded
somewhat down.
"I wonder
about that~. He's probably hitting the roof at Michael for disappearing without
permission right about now~"
"Michael,
are you okay...? Is your father angry?"
At the instigating
voice of the green dragon Regnant that came again, Tiamat, who had been all
smiles until just before, snuggled up to Michael anxiously.
Tiamat probably also
knew about Michael's father.
Perhaps she had a
strong dislike for him, as Tiamat had pulled her long neck in like a turtle.
Still, perhaps not
wanting to leave Michael's side, Tiamat did not try to leave the white dragon's
side, and looking up at him, her eyes welled up with tears as if to say, "Don't go!"
"It's
okay, Tet. Besides, I have more fun being with everyone."
"Well,
even so, the adults don't think well of us playing together."
He gently stroked
Tiamat, who was looking up at Michael with sad eyes.
On the other hand, Oru,
who had let out a bitter complaint, now turned her gaze to Tiamat.
"Tet, was
it okay for you? This area is outside the Black Dragon's domain. It's a buffer
zone, but you haven't been allowed to leave your domain yet, have you..."
Hearing Oru's
question, Tiamat twisted her face as if she had bitten into a bitter bug.
She pouted with a
somewhat dissatisfied expression and was sulking.
"I don't
want to be there. Everyone bullies me, calling me useless..."
Useless.
Knowing the
extraordinary nature of her power firsthand, the moment he heard those words,
Nozomu doubted his own ears.
But upon closer
inspection, Tiamat was a size smaller than the other dragons.
She was probably still
a young dragon.
The other dragons
might also be quite young, but Nozomu thought that perhaps they were much
younger than he had thought.
In fact, he couldn't
sense a mature atmosphere from their words and actions.
Unaware of the
peeper's thoughts, the young black dragon shook her head and shouted.
"I'd
rather be with everyone. No, I want to be with everyone forever!"
"But
that's probably impossible~. Everything flows like the wind. It's impossible to
be together forever~"
Regnant dismissed
Tiamat's cry, which was close to a scream.
Perhaps the other
dragons thought the same, as even though they averted their eyes awkwardly, no
one denied Regnant's words.
"But...
But..."
Perhaps still not
having given up, Tiamat was desperately searching for words to deny Regnant's
words.
But in the end,
without being able to say anything more, only silence flowed between the
dragons.
"...It's
a fact. When we become adults, we have to govern our own domains, and it's
forbidden to go to the lands governed by other dragons."
"...I
wonder why they do that. It would be better if we could all be
together..."
The whisper of Tiamat,
who was looking up at the sky sadly, was drowned out by the wind.
Contrary to the black
dragon's endlessly sinking mood, the sun shining in the sky was scattering a
cheerful light everywhere.
"What in the
world... is this?"
Being shown one
unbelievable sight after another, Nozomu's head was in a state of complete
confusion.
A giant chalk-white
spire he had never seen before. And different species of dragons talking
together. All of it was beyond Nozomu's comprehension.
Above all, he was
struck by a shock as if he had been hit in the chest, at a completely different
side of Tiamat than he had known until now.
A completely different
side of the dragon he had only ever thought of as a calamity. Bewilderment and
suspicion towards that dragon began to swirl in the depths of his chest.
But before he could
know the answer, Tiamat's memory popped and disappeared, and darkness once
again dominated the area.
And again, he was
assaulted by a feeling of floating, and Nozomu's vision went black.
When he came to,
Nozomu was standing again in the jet-black grassland.
In front of him, there
was again a shining, arch-shaped gate.
Was it just his
imagination? The crimson light that he had seen on the other side of the
horizon seemed to be a little closer.
If he were to pass
through the gate as it was, he might see Tiamat's past again.
And what was beyond
the fiery red horizon?
While suppressing a
touch of anxiety and tension, Nozomu once again reached out his hand to the
gate before him.
***
This is a brief
explanation of the dragons that have appeared in the main story.
Information will be
limited to avoid spoilers.
Regnant
A green dragon, his
talent in manipulating the wind was outstanding even among the green dragon
tribe.
He has a cheerful
personality and often teased the slow Tiamat.
Welimus
One of the flame
dragons.
He is skilled at
manipulating fire, and if he felt like it, he could burn down a forest on a
whim.
His power is such that
the earth, past the point of carbonization, turns to glass.
His power is strong,
but his personality is quick to anger, and he was often the source of trouble.
Oosragg
A taciturn yellow
dragon.
He is not very good at
talking and cannot convey his intentions well by speaking.
Oru
A blue dragon with a
calm personality. She is characterized by her supple body like a sea serpent
and her beautiful scales.
Michael
A white dragon with a
strong sense of justice. He was the closest to Tiamat and often looked after
her.
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