Storage Ring

- Day 4 -

I stretch lazily as the events of the past few days flicker through my mind one after the other.

I turn to see Ayame already awake, sitting by the window. Her sword rests on her shoulder, cradled gently against her body as she leans against the windowsill. Her figure is lit up by the morning light, creating a calm aura as she peacefully gazes at the sunrise. It's such a lovely and tranquil sight, evoking the masterful images that can only be found in paintings. I strongly desire to have a camera to seize this flawless moment.

She reminds me of Guts from a certain manga series when he was sitting in the windowsill under the starry night sky, though thankfully Ayame is not in such a bad physical shape, and it's not night time currently, but the serene atmosphere is quite similar nonetheless. Both of them have been through some serious shit.

I stare at her, utterly mesmerized, for a few seconds before I snap back to reality.