Ninth Chapter ─ Once Upon the Seraph from Hell

"I don't know your experiences, Yukihime." When Shiranui was about to leave, he declared his ignorance about my life. Continuing so took into consideration that I shouldn't find relief in his experiences: not to use them as framework. "I laid a different path, and the Gomiko Kuzuhara I knew was already dead."

Shiranui did his job afterwards, then faded somewhere in the abyss of his Space spell. Falling back down on a slow tilt down, bidding farewell in an acrobatic fall. Unrelenting to show a three-seconds glimpse of him descending down the boroughs of Manhattan.

If not a punch to the face, I don't know what he implied. I fail to believe he has business far into the other side of the world. For all I know, he'd be leaping off skyscrapers for the comic superhero experience. Otherwise, he'd returned almost immediately to Japan for an Easter Egg flair unneeded for anyone and anything at all.

I don't have any business with the person.