3/18/2026, 10:44 PM
Skill: Ice Ice Baby and Yellow Flame
'Every cloud has a silver lining' was an oft-quoted adage by many well-meaning souls, but it was not something Osamu particularly ascribed to of late.
Izumi had vanished, Fujiwara existing only as yet another relic in the vast corridors of his memory, and for whatever reason the end of the world was upon him. A part of the Samurai thought it just. Let the crackling fissures burst wide and take him; let the blizzard rage until his heart ceased to beat. There was little left to live for, yet still he continued on.
No home. No destination.
Osamu suppressed a violent shiver, the cold wind snapping against his wiry fur like a whip. Another part of him thought: what if Izumi was somehow still out there? What if she had been whisked away again, or she had lost her way in a routine hunt? What if the world ended - and her, with it?
Hope springs eternal.
Fighting the snow and the storm and the endless darkness, he pressed forward, seeking out something that resembled what his dreams had imparted. Thus far he had been unsuccessful (not that he'd been trying very hard), but as the Isle raged offshore, it didn't seem like a good time to stop.
But right now he needed a break. If he kept going like this his limbs would surely freeze, and then he wouldn't be of use to anyone at all as a corpse.
Osamu drew near the great yellow flame of the Range, and kept his eyes carefully scanning the horizon for any sign of a growing fracture or suspicious stone.
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