Shitty Old Man

Leonel snapped awake to the sound of whistling wind, and not long after, to the feeling of his lips trying to touch his forehead.

His eyes opened wide.

'Damn…'

Were his calculations off? He had definitely set it so that he would land on his feet, so how had things happened like this? Why was he falling through the skies? Wasn't this a bit too cliché?

Leonel's brows furrowed. There were too many things that were odd about this, but Leonel didn't have the luxury of thinking about it.

He looked to his side to find that Aina had awoken as well. At the very least, they had managed to stay side by side, likely due to the fact he had been holding onto her.

Leonel took hold of Aina, ready to do something to catch her. But at that moment, the feeling of strong armor in his palm suddenly became delicate and soft skin. His expression changed a bit, but he looked to the side to find that Aina had already entered her Chaos Demon form.