Sora Yatagami was a young boy who lost everything. His parents were framed by a mistake they never commit.
After that none of his friends and other family wants to take him in. And thanks to that Sora lose trust in people and the idea of being in a...
PoH leaned over to stare down at the wheelchair being brought before him.
PoH:......Hmm?
He grumbled, then tapped an emaciated leg hanging from the seat with his toe.
PoH: What's this...? Hey, Nighty Night, wake up. You hear me, Night Sky Swordsman?
Night Sky Swordsman was an old nickname of Zora's—but he did not react at all. His body rested against the back of the chair, painfully and visibly thin through his black and white shirt, and his face was downcast. His empty right sleeve swayed in the breeze, and the hand that clutched the two swords in his lap was bony.
Ronie got knocked to the ground at Philia's side. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying.
Ronie: During the battle, Zora-senpai tried and tried to get up...and eventually he got quiet, like he was out of strength... But...his tears...his tears just kept coming...
Philia: Ronie...
Philia reached out and hugged the sobbing girl. Then Philia lifted her face and snapped at PoH.
Philia: You can tell by now. He fought and fought and fought, and now he's damaged. So don't mess with him anymore! Just leave Zora alone!! Let him rest!!
But the man in the black poncho ignored what Philia had to say. He stared right into Zora's face at point-blank range.
PoH: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Are you kidding me? He's all slack-jawed! Hey, wake up! Stand up, dude! Good...morning?!
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PoH said, placing his foot on the silver wheel and mercilessly kicking the chair over. The wheelchair toppled with a tremendous clatter, throwing its helpless cargo onto the ground.
Phili: Zora!
Philia look in horror, Asuna and Klein made to get up, only to be stopped by enemy swords. Agil growled, deep in his throat, and Lisbeth, Silica, and Ronie all shrieked. None of this had any effect on the aggressor, however. He walked over to Zora and roughly turned him over with his toe.
PoH: The hell...? You really are busted, huh? So the great hero is a vegetable now?
Zora's left arm still clutched the two swords; PoH yanked the white scabbard away from him. He pulled the sword out until it revealed a blade pitifully broken in the middle. PoH clicked his tongue in disappointment and made to discard the useless weapon. But...
Zora: A...aaah...
A tiny croak escaped Zora's throat, and he reached weakly toward the white sword with his one arm.
PoH: Oh?! You're moving?! What, you want this thing?
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