He stood in the same position, gazing up at the rainy sky.
"Rui... If you're still alive, what would you say? Let your sister hear you this time!" Celsi called out.
Aswa grabbed Celsi's leg.
"You... still don't know your limits, do you? Giving up is your best option," Celsi spoke with a blank expression.
"Hehe... Fool. As long as you're alive, you're given chances, whether it's the second, the thirtieth, the seventieth, or the hundredth," Aswa said.
Hearing Aswa's words, Celsi looked slightly surprised. She slowly turned her gaze toward him.
"What if you're a murderer? Do you think chances can erase that?" Celsi asked.
"Well, a murderer is still a murderer. But if they want to change, they should stop. If you keep doing it..." Aswa spoke while struggling to crawl toward Celsi.
"Even in death, you’ll still be a killer! Do you think the laws of this world exist for nothing? They're there to atone for mistakes... Idiot!"
Phek
Aswa lightly punched Celsi’s face, so weak that it had no effect at all.
Meanwhile, Celsi stared at Aswa seriously. Her pupils widened as if she was shocked.
"If you still don’t get it... just wait until I get back up! Then I'll beat you up! This is a promise from a man, haha." Aswa grinned widely.
At that moment, Celsi saw her brother's soul within Aswa. Her crimson eyes began to glow.
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Aswa, on the other hand, slowly collapsed. Then, completely unconscious, he fell.
It seemed that Celsi had won once again.
Celsi stood still, but unlike before... this time, she wasn’t looking at the sky. She was looking at Aswa.
Could Aswa really defeat Celsi?
"Hahh... I'm getting bored of waiting. How long will it take for him to get up?" Celsi muttered.
Arca opened his eyes—it seemed he had regained consciousness. He was trapped under the debris of a destroyed building.
"Ugh... So annoying."
KRAK-KRAK Arca pushed the debris off himself.
Then he stood up, still a bit unsteady, and walked back to the battlefield.
"Huh?... Looks like Aswa lost. That means it's my turn to attack, right?" Arca smirked.
"Wait!" Celsi signaled him to stop.
"What is it? Don't tell me you're scared of me? If so, it's fine. I'll give you time to rest... Though I'll still be the one to defeat you!" Arca boasted.
"That's not it... The problem is, even with both of you together, you couldn't defeat me. What makes you think you can do it alone?" Celsi replied.
"Yeah, whatever. I'll just take that as an excuse," Arca shrugged.
Then, he took off his shirt, standing in the pouring rain.
"???" Celsi looked confused.
Without warning, Arca raised both hands slightly at shoulder height. Then, unexpectedly... he started running around, as if he was...
Playing in the rain.
"Sigh... What is this kid doing now?" Celsi shook her head.
She grabbed a chair from a nearby classroom and placed it in the open field, sitting in the rain.
Some time passed—about 20 minutes.
"Ah..." Aswa finally opened his eyes. He sat up briefly to gather his focus, then stood up.
He saw Arca playing in the rain.
"What is that guy doing?... Ah, right. Wasn't I supposed to fight Celsi?"
Aswa took a deep breath and then—
"Celsiiiiiiii!! Where are you??" he shouted at the top of his lungs.
Hearing someone shout, Arca stopped running and turned toward Aswa.
"Oh... You’re finally awake! Took you long enough!" Arca grinned.
"... What’s this? You like playing in the rain?" Aswa asked, puzzled.
"Dunno... I just enjoy watching the water. Anyway, that person over there has been waiting! How about we teach her a lesson?" Arca said, pointing at Celsi, who was sitting in the chair.
Aswa looked at Celsi, who seemed to be waiting for them. A faint aura radiated from her, enough to instill fear in anyone.
But not in Aswa or Arca.
They both looked ready to fight once again.
"Let's go!... Round three! Hehehe," Aswa grinned.
-TO BE CONTINUED-