@principledblade
While ambling aimlessly around the outskirts of the academy, he had hoped to seek some sort of refuge, away from the dinner-time ruckus at the great hall.
The strange, yet unique landscape reminded him of Atlas. Albeit, the formation is somewhat campy and, if it was even possible, much bizarre in comparison to the former. At the very least, it was nostalgic for him, even if some memories only brought woe.
Clutching his destroyer in one hand, Chung was not ignorant of the dangers lurking by the school’s vicinity. He overheard that some students were ambushed; so as a safety precaution, he could never leave his one and only behind. Never. Ever. Unless he was told to, much to his chagrin, but he played the good noodle. The guardian was blissfully unaware of the time lost, although his thoughts were tugged back when he heard a rustle by the distant bushes. An enemy already?!
He promptly readied his stance, knuckles close to turning white as snow as his steps threatened closer to the direction of said ‘enemy’. Chung braced for an assault, yet, it never came. Instead, in his field of view he recognized a whisk of a much too familiar red hair patrolling the area. No... It can’t be—! He knows he sorely misses them - his team -, but this deception was terribly unfair. Except, when he crept closer, it really wasn’t a delusion.
Chung nearly tripped over his own two feet when he began bolting, his weapon was not of help either, but it all didn’t matter. Because all that mattered was...
❝ELSWORD!❞
