Rika could scarcely believe it. There she sat in her hand, cowering and staring up at her. Fearful glances were cast up toward her from the girl upon her palm, a woman that had held Rika’s fate unknowingly at one point. A woman that had crushed so many people, that had ended her home and killed her friend. The dark haired newly minted apprentice of Daiyo felt her jade hand twitch at her side as she imagined it. Just pressing her thumb down on this inch tall nothing and ending her, forever. It was something she’d have never dreamed of before but now it was intoxicating if not for Daiyo’s words of warning. The sorceress had retreated back to the cave and Rika… Rika had just started walking aimlessly. Numbly across the island that had once been the whole world to her. This place had been a vast and endless landscape once upon a time. Now she walked across it like a titan like those that come across the great sea. Indeed, Rika’s attention was so much on how overwhelming
Takumi Iriko was as average as it got. That in itself was perhaps the most anyone could call to mind about him. He blended into the background, even among the circles he hung around it was hard to call to mind any defining traits about him. Not bad in a way that was notable, not good in a way that made him stand out. He had activities he took part in, clubs he had joined, but in all things he was just simply there really. It was something he was self aware of naturally. It was something he cultivated through his high school career. It was a lesson his father had taught him well. Keep your head down and fly under the radar. The path to success was not being in the forefront of everyone’s mind, it was operating below the surface. A carbon neutral existence was one that would result in the greatest chances of success. Inoffensive to anyone or anything. Given his father was a successful Systems Administrator for a wealthy company it had worked out for him. The dark haired high school