Game Of Krass

Dignity sways not with the breeze nor bends under the weight of the storm.

It stands resilient, a flame unyielding, defying the dark and unknown form.

With dignity, one carves their name in the fleeting sand of existence,

For what is life without pride, purpose, and persistence?

"I didn't know that you have a penchant for poems, Narcissus," Kuzunoha slyly commented.

"More like they just pop out of my mind whenever I go into daze."

"I'm lucky that you're currently carrying a note with you then."

"Because you can see what poem I created?"

"They are a quint spectacle, enough to make me admire you more~"

"You almost beat my number one flirter with that flattery."

A soft hum of activity filled the room, blending with the occasional crackle of the magical artifact at the center—a massive gameboard that stretched three meters square, glowing faintly with its own arcane energy.