“That day… the world had already begun to bloom.”
Long before I was born—
Yet somehow, I remember.
Not my memory, perhaps… but surely, my fate.
Her silver hair swayed in the wind.
That woman—my mother—what did she see back then?
I think… I can almost understand now.
It was the day lightning bloomed.
The beginning of a tale mistaken for a blessing by all who witnessed it.
Even if it was truly the prologue…
to the story that would close the world.
I was the one who made it bloom.
And yet—I hold no grudge against them.
【Scene 01: The Memory of a Blue Sky】
Morning light gently colored the spires of the royal capital, Liricia.
The sound of bells rang lightly.
Laughter echoed through the streets.
The smell of bread and roasted sweet potatoes drifted in from the market.
It should have been—just another ordinary day.
“Hey... when is Mother coming home?”
When I asked, Aunt Meiliona smiled after showing a faint look of hesitation.
“Sao-sama will be back soon. Probably,” she said.
But I didn’t yet understand the weight of that “probably.”
The street trees were shedding the last traces of autumn,
and in the castle gardens, out of season,
a single bougainvillea had bloomed.
I didn’t yet know that it shared a name with the legendary blade—Sakurai.
Kuro-nee and Shiro-nee each held one of my hands
as we strolled through the palace courtyard. Kuro-nee was funny when she talked, a little scary, but kind.
Shiro-nee was quiet, always watching over me.
That morning was our last, peaceful day together.
I still remember that blue sky.
But floating within it, there had been a sense of wrongness—
And I...
didn't notice it then.
The first thing to vanish was sound—just before noon.
It was as if the air itself had stopped for a moment.
The bells warped mid-ring.
“...Huh? What was that…?”
People in the street froze in place.
Horses suddenly grew restless, whinnying at the sky.
Something stirred on the far side of the heavens.
A black “something” I had never seen before—
“—All citizens, hit the ground! This is not a drill! I repeat: Incursion-class anomaly, Type JUNCTION—!”
Sound returned all at once.
And the world flipped inside out.
“——MOVE! It's coming!”
The moment that shout rang out, something fell upon the sky of the royal capital, Liricia.
“Rad! This way!”
Kuro-nee yanked me by the arm, and we dashed across the cobblestones.
Shiro-nee followed close behind, clutching something to her chest.
In the distance, the sound of the city’s great bell came crashing down. The marketplace where we’d just been—
had already vanished.
Up ahead, the sky looked broken.
Black “things” twisted like malformed words, consuming the city as they writhed.
“Lady Mei! The barrier gate ahead has already been sealed!
—Civilians are still inside, unable to evacuate in time!”
“...I know. Shiro, Kuro—get Radmil to the palace!”
Aunt Mei's voice trembled between a shout and a sob. The moment I saw her face, I realized—
“Ordinary time” was never coming back.
“Shiro-nee, this way…”
“It’s okay, it’s okay… there’s a ‘side path,’ remember?
Beneath the thunder, beneath the sky—”
“Stop quoting encoded poems! If they intercept it, we're done for!”
Kuro-nee shouted as she vaulted over debris.
The ground itself had begun to be devoured by the strange phenomenon. The stone patterns—those poetic reliefs—shuddered, warped, lost all meaning.
At last, the palace’s outer wall came into view. The Thunder Crystal Tower beyond it was pulsing, resonating with some unseen force.
Segments of the royal family's barrier had collapsed,
and the protective spell-structures floated helplessly in the air. Words that once held form and strength now drifted like dust toward the sky.
“Just one more wall! If we get past it, the courtyard should be in sight!”
Kuro-nee pushed me forward with both hands.
Behind us, Aunt Mei stood with the spell crystal unfurled,
joined by the royal guard in a chant to restore the barrier structure.
“Come, Rad. This way. The escape route beneath the palace still has residual protection spells.”
“No! What about Lady Mei!? We can’t just leave her—!”
“It’s alright… she’s the one who can bloom the lightning.”
Shiro-nee’s voice trembled. And yet, it was the voice that kept me moving forward.
“——MOVE! It's coming!”
The moment that shout rang out, something fell upon the sky of the royal capital, Liricia.
“Rad! This way!”
Kuro-nee yanked me by the arm, and we dashed across the cobblestones.
Shiro-nee followed close behind, clutching something to her chest.
In the distance, the sound of the city’s great bell came crashing down. The marketplace where we’d just been—
had already vanished.
Up ahead, the sky looked broken.
Black “things” twisted like malformed words, consuming the city as they writhed.
“Lady Mei! The barrier gate ahead has already been sealed!
—Civilians are still inside, unable to evacuate in time!”
“...I know. Shiro, Kuro—get Radmil to the palace!”
Aunt Mei's voice trembled between a shout and a sob. The moment I saw her face, I realized—
“Ordinary time” was never coming back.
“Shiro-nee, this way…”
“It’s okay, it’s okay… there’s a ‘side path,’ remember?
Beneath the thunder, beneath the sky—”
“Stop quoting encoded poems! If they intercept it, we're done for!”
Kuro-nee shouted as she vaulted over debris.
The ground itself had begun to be devoured by the strange phenomenon. The stone patterns—those poetic reliefs—shuddered, warped, lost all meaning.
At last, the palace’s outer wall came into view. The Thunder Crystal Tower beyond it was pulsing, resonating with some unseen force.
Segments of the royal family's barrier had collapsed,
and the protective spell-structures floated helplessly in the air. Words that once held form and strength now drifted like dust toward the sky.
“Just one more wall! If we get past it, the courtyard should be in sight!”
Kuro-nee pushed me forward with both hands.
Behind us, Aunt Mei stood with the spell crystal unfurled,
joined by the royal guard in a chant to restore the barrier structure.
“Come, Rad. This way. The escape route beneath the palace still has residual protection spells.”
“No! What about Lady Mei!? We can’t just leave her—!”
“It’s alright… she’s the one who can bloom the lightning.”
Shiro-nee’s voice trembled. And yet, it was the voice that kept me moving forward.
【Scene 02: The Night Before the Fall of Liricia】
The first thing to disappear… was sound.
It was just before noon.
Somewhere in the city, the sound of bells warped and then fell silent.
A distant horse’s neigh, echoing from far off, was suddenly cut short—like its throat had been crushed.
It felt as if “sound” itself was being peeled away from the world, bit by bit.
“...Hey, Shiro-nee, doesn’t something feel weird?”
“…………”
Shiro-nee gripped my hand just a little tighter.
I hadn’t yet noticed that her fingers were trembling.
“Rad, get closer to me,”
Kuro-nee said, her voice quicker than usual.
Behind us—outside the palace, the wind roared.
No… it wasn’t the wind.
Not thunder.
Not the growl of a beast.
But it was definitely a roar—
something not human.
“...Tch!? Incursion-class… It’s a JUNCTION-type!!”
“Command, do you read!? We’re going into alert status—Wha!? Breach!!”
Static raced across the palace’s spell-barrier.
It felt like the city’s protective blessing—the poetic shielding—was being stripped away.
That sound… was my “normal life” falling apart.
“...Lightning is going to fall…”
Someone muttered those words.
The sky began to turn a deep, bloody red.
Something was crawling out of a rift in the heavens.
The ground vibrated with its approach.
Stones cracked beneath it.
Like a beast.
Like thunder.
Like a verse.
But I couldn’t understand it.
It was something that defied all words.
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“—It’s coming…!”
Kuro-nee shielded me, wrapping her arms around me tightly.
And then—
“Something” fell upon the skies of Liricia.
【Scene 03: To the Palace – Before the Lightning Bloomed】
“Rad! This way!”
Kuro-nee pulled my arm as we sprinted across the cobblestones.
Shiro-nee followed close behind, holding something tightly to her chest.
In the distance, the sound of Liricia’s great bell collapsed.
The marketplace—where we’d just been—was gone.
Ahead, the sky bent unnaturally.
Black “somethings” curled like broken words, swallowing the city whole.
“Lady Mei! The next barrier gate has already been sealed!
—Civilians haven’t finished evacuating!!”
“...I know. Shiro, Kuro—get Radmil to the palace!”
Aunt Mei’s voice trembled—half a shout, half a sob.
The moment I saw her face, I understood.
“Ordinary time” would never return.
“Shiro-nee, is this the right way…?”
“It’s okay, it’s okay… There’s a ‘side path.’ Beneath the thunder, beneath the sky—”
“Stop with the encoded poems! If they intercept that, we’re done!”
Kuro-nee snapped as she vaulted over debris.
The ground itself was being consumed—
The stone reliefs twisted, trembled, and lost their meaning.
The outer wall of the palace came into view.
The Thunder Crystal Tower beyond it was howling, pulsing with unseen energy.
The royal family’s spell-barriers had partially collapsed,
and fragmented spell-structures now floated in the air. Words once woven into defense spells streamed helplessly toward the sky.
“Just a little more! One more wall and we’ll reach the courtyard!”
Kuro-nee pushed me forward from behind.
Behind us, Aunt Mei unfurled her spell crystal,
and joined the palace guards in chanting to restore the broken barrier.
“Come, Rad—this way! The royal escape route still has residual spell-structure!”
“No—I won’t go without Lady Mei…!”
“It’s alright… she’s the one who can make the lightning bloom.”
Shiro-nee’s voice trembled.
But still—it was the voice that pushed me forward.
【Scene 04: The Vault – The Sword That Did Not Bloom】
Deep beneath the royal palace—its lowest level.
A chamber wrapped in poetic seals,
known as the Vault (Archive Vault),
held within it three ancient blades.
These were three of the legendary Eight Thunderblades,
entrusted to the royal family.
Sakurai. Wakakazuchi. Tsuchikazuchi.
Thunderstones embedded in their hilts,
the three swords sat in silence upon a central engraved pedestal.
“...So these are the ‘Royal Blades’...?”
Radmil whispered, his voice barely audible.
The air felt heavy.
As if thunder itself was rumbling from somewhere beyond the stone.
“Rad, stay focused!”
Kuro-nee grabbed his arm.
“They’re still asleep…
But if they ever awaken—everything will change.”
“...Ah.”
Shiro-nee murmured softly.
In the depths of the seal—
someone stood before Sakurai.
“—Lady Mei!?”
Radmil called out.
She was breathing heavily,
her clothes torn, her arm lightly wounded.
“You’re safe…?”
“Yes. Just a small bite. My thunder-poem is still holding.
Don’t worry, Radmil.”
Even amidst the fires of battle, her face remained composed and noble.
Mei stepped closer to the blade.
“You are… my sister’s sword.
But please, let me inherit you as well.
For the sake of the kingdom’s future—
and for the children who will live on the day lightning blooms.”
She reached out her right hand and touched the hilt.
In that instant—
the world jumped.
Not wind. Not thunder.
But language itself trembled.
Her spell crystal activated in a flash.
—Authentication: L-Academia Royal Core
《Meiliona Atkarsia》
Thunder Resonance Index: 95.88 → Exceeded resonance bounds
Factor Interference: Fire/Lightning Structure – Synchronization Reconstruction Initiated…
But—
That was all.
It did not bloom.
The blade did not awaken.
“...It’s not time yet,”
Kuro-nee murmured.
“No,”
Shiro-nee nodded.
“When the time comes, it will call.”
Mei quietly sheathed Sakurai.
A sword that must not bloom—
and yet, one that someday surely would.
That was what Sakurai was.
“We have to go, Aunt Mei! If we stay any longer—!”
Radmil’s shout was cut short.
A roar echoed from the corridor beyond.
An Incursion Beast.
The spell structure of the lower gate exploded outward.
The protection was being consumed.
“You go on ahead,” Mei said.
“What…!? But—”
“I’ll hold them off. In the meantime—”
Mei extended her fingers and activated her crystal.
In the next moment, a thunderous seal divided the air.
They were cut off.
But in those eyes— was the quiet, unwavering resolve of someone
who was still ready to fight.
【Scene 05: The Underground Passage – Where Thunder Still Weeps】
“Rad, over here—don’t let go of my hand!”
Kuro-nee’s voice echoed through the underground corridor. The wall-mounted lyrical lights flickered with static, one by one fading into darkness.
The sound of rubble crumbling.
A thin, black mist of “lightning” leaked from the ceiling.
—No, it wasn’t lightning. It was corrupted thunder.
“This route... the spell barriers might not hold…”
Shiro-nee muttered as she stared into her floating spell crystal—her Philnote. Its poetic light was beginning to lose its meaning.
“The royal underground… used to be more beautiful, right?”
“But now… it feels like the thunder is crying. Like even the poems are afraid.”
The poetic inscriptions carved into the walls were peeling away,
returning to plain, meaningless stone.
And then—
the fog of corruption filled the space where meaning had once been.
“It’s alright.
We’re still in the deepest layers of the spell framework, so there’s still—”
Just as Kuro-nee started to speak—
“—squeeze.”
I gripped her hand tightly.
“...Sis, your hand’s shaking.”
“Ugh... shut up...”
Kuro-nee turned her face away, her cheeks faintly blushing.
“You always say stuff like that… even in times like this, Rad, you’re such a—"
“It’s fine,”
Shiro-nee said quietly.
“Rad is a child who lives beneath the thunder…
He probably saw the sky without light—before anyone else.”
—That was when it happened.
Sound disappeared.
No—
it wasn’t gone.
It had been rewritten into something else.
“...Did the sound just vanish?”
“No… it’s not gone—
It’s being overwritten—!!”
Kuro-nee immediately deployed her Philnote.
“The underground spell barrier line’s been cut!
No connection to the main palace—zero!”
“Lady Mei!? Respond—…ugh, no good…!”
The poetic comm device, Lyrical Link, had gone completely silent.
“The Royal Poetic Zone… it’s ‘dead’...?”
Shiro-nee’s voice trembled.
Another spell gate shattered.
From the upper floors, the presence of corrupted lightning—and Incursion Beasts—descended.
“Let’s move.”
Kuro-nee stood up.
“Three more layers down—there’s a surface escape gate.”
“But beyond that… it might not be the capital anymore,”
Shiro-nee whispered.
Radmil looked back.
In the distance, beyond the torn fog of corrupted verse—
There was still one remaining light.
【Scene 06: The Awakening of the Three Blades】
The air in the corridor changed.
The overhead spell-lamps weren’t all extinguished.
But still—
the darkness had deepened.
Mist-like lightning twisted at the end of the hallway.
“This is it… that room,”
Shiro-nee whispered, stopping in her tracks.
Both Kuro-nee and I held our breath.
Before us stood an ancient door.
The royal family’s sealing sigil trembled, as if on the verge of collapse.
“Is this where Wakaikazuchi and Tsuchiikazuchi are kept?”
“Yeah. The two thunderblades Her Highness doesn’t have…
Sealed in this room.”
“But isn’t it… forbidden for anyone outside the royal family?” I asked, uncertain.
“In this situation, who cares?”
Kuro-nee sighed, her tone sharp but her lips curled faintly.
“Besides—I feel like we’re being called.”
Kuro-nee placed her hand on the door.
It didn’t open with a key.
The swords opened it.
The chamber within was wrapped in stillness.
At the center stone pedestal—
Two thunders lay sleeping.
One, with a blade of pale blue light—Wakaikazuchi.
The other, shrouded in deep, pitch-black—Tsuchiikazuchi.
Both Shiro-nee and Kuro-nee stepped forward at the same time.
“Wait—!”
I called out,
But their eyes were fixed—only on the thunder.
“...It’s calling.”
Shiro-nee said quietly.
“It’s crying.
Afraid…
But still, it’s asking me to touch it.”
“Then I guess I’ll do the same,”
Kuro-nee said, approaching the other blade.
Beneath its hilt lay a spell crystal,
as if placed there to guard it.
“Tsuchiikazuchi, huh…
You don’t seem the talkative type—
But I bet you’ve got something to say.”
The moment they each reached out—
The air leapt.
Not lightning.
But language shivered.
The chamber resonated with poetry.
The royal family’s forgotten poetic structure carved itself into the air.
Their crystals responded.
—Thunder Resonance Protocol: Twin-Blade Synchronization —White Flash Structure: Activated
—Black Flash Structure: Activated
Authorization: HRP-0a [Shiro] / HRP-0b [Kuro]
Thunder Resonance Index: 94.32 / 93.87
Structure Stability: Exceeded Initiation Threshold → Synchronization Initiated
Wakaikazuchi trembled.
Tsuchiikazuchi let out a low growl.
And in that moment—
Something reached my heart.
It wasn’t words. But meaning alone was etched into me.
“Yeah… I heard it,”
Shiro-nee smiled softly.
“‘I want you to be the one who makes me bloom’—
That’s what it said.”
Without a word,
Kuro-nee drew her sword.
It wasn’t the movement of a warrior.
It was the step of someone responding to a soul’s voice.
“—Shiro, Kuro, can you hear me?”
The Lyrical Link device returned a faint signal.
『I’m alright. Take those blades…
and bring them into the future.』
The connection cut off. But Mei-sama’s voice had already reached us.
“Let’s go.”
Kuro-nee slung the blade over her back and walked forward.
“This thunder… is still crying.
So we need to make it laugh—
With our voices.”
【Scene 07: When Thunder First Bloomed – Part I】
The underground poetic pathway was no longer a “path.” Fragments of shattered spell-structures floated midair,
and the space itself had begun to forget sound.
“Just a little more—we’re almost to where Lady Mei was…!”
Kuro-nee, the sword of thunder on her back, leapt over rubble.
Shiro-nee walked ahead silently, as if reading light itself.
Then, the ceiling in front of them collapsed. No—it wasn’t a collapse.
It felt as though it had been cut down.
And standing there—
—was an Incursion Beast.
Nameless Invader.
A black scribble, devouring language.
It had been feasting on the Royal Thunderverse Structure—
now it moved toward Mei.
“...You shall not pass.”
Mei held Sakuikazuchi in a reverse grip, still sheathed. The blade was… still asleep.
—But her breath was ragged. She didn’t have time to re-chant a barrier verse.
Not enough time.
As long as the enemy denied “poetry” itself—
Sakuikazuchi could not bloom.
“I’m sorry… Sister.
I still haven’t inherited ‘your lightning’...”
In that moment—
Shiro and Kuro’s thunder clashed and intersected.
“—Lady Mei!!”
“Get back—now!!”
The two charged in.
Wakaikazuchi and Tsuchiikazuchi blazed as if to push back the corrupted verse.
The Incursion Beast’s shell cracked, and words scattered like petals.
“...Please. Let me carry your wish.”
Mei looked to Sakuikazuchi.
The sword… was trembling. It was responding.
“Sakuikazuchi—Bloom.”
— —And at that moment, the world lost its words.
I alone… knew that this was the beginning.
—
The air snapped.
A storm of reversed spell-structure tore open the sky. Crimson thunder bloomed in wild arcs.
Sakuikazuchi was unleashed—
not as a blade of steel, but as a blade of verse.
Even a poem that devoured other poems—
was made to bloom by it.
【Scene 07: When Thunder First Bloomed – Part II: The Three Blades Aligned】
Sakuikazuchi sang.
It was not a slash. It was a poem, a prayer, and a judgment.
The roar of the Incursion Beast—the Nameless Invader—
was swallowed by lightning.
The “anti-verse structure” carved into its body
shattered under Sakuikazuchi’s arc.
“...It reached them,”
Mei whispered quietly.
—But it wasn’t over yet.
The creature’s remains writhed in black,
as if trying to consume the verse all over again.
“It’s trying to rebuild its conceptual structure…!”
Shiro’s eyes trembled—resonating with Sakuikazuchi.
“It’s coming again…!”
“I won’t let it!
Tsuchiikazuchi—you want me to move faster, don’t you!?”
Kuro stepped forward and struck—
the blade cloaked in thunder.
Behind her, Wakaikazuchi released a supportive verse structure. A poem that healed other poems—
repairing the very meaning of space.
“It’s okay, Rad. Look—
‘This thunder isn’t crying anymore.’”
The three blades converged.
—Sakuikazuchi. Wakaikazuchi. Tsuchiikazuchi.
The Tri-Blade Resonance Structure activated.
That strike was lightning that repelled the ones
who would defile the story.
The enemy didn’t die in a scream. It fell apart in a rupture of meaning.
—
Silence descended.
The poetic barrier still held.
The thunder, the blades—none of them had spoken their final words.
But in this fleeting moment—
they had protected something.
?
“Lady Mei… it’s over.”
Kuro’s voice trembled—just slightly.
“No,” Mei said. “It’s just begun—starting from here.”
She sheathed the blade.
Sakuikazuchi left behind a final sound—
—A sound that felt like it carried someone’s hopes.
【Scene 08: The Afterglow of Thunder – The Price of Blooming】
—It was night.
The sound of wind had grown a little colder. Mei’s figure, Sakuikazuchi strapped to her back,
swayed quietly in the dark.
As we walked, none of us said a word.
“...So this is what it’s like after a thunder blooms.” Radmil’s voice broke the silence.
“Yeah.”
Shiro nodded beside him.
“It feels like… the poems have gone to sleep.
All that thunder that had been roaring—
It’s all fallen silent.”
“It’s quiet… but I don’t like this kind of quiet,”
Kuro muttered, tapping Tsuchiikazuchi’s hilt— though her hand trembled faintly.
“...Kuro-nee, your hand—”
“It’s fine… I mean, I’d like to say that,
but honestly? I’m buzzing.
Feels like the nerves in my arm are fried or something.
Every time I try to move it—owowow…”
She grimaced, but still smiled.
“Shiro too?” Rad looked to her.
Shiro rolled up her sleeve and showed him.
“A little… it’s like a burn, but not exactly.
More like… my skin was seared by thunder.
And my shoulder… it feels locked up, like all my joints stiffened.
—Wakaikazuchi must’ve really been crying. It was shouting the whole time.”
“Shiro, Kuro—let me treat your spell injuries,”
Mei began to unfold her spell crystal.
But Kuro raised her hand to stop her.
“We’re good.
This is the price for dancing with thunder.
Hurting like this—it’s only fair. Besides—”
“...You’re going to say,
‘Because nobody died,’ right?”
Shiro gently finished her sentence.
In the distance, the spell barriers groaned again— But they were just echoes of something long since broken.
The Royal Capital Liricia had already fallen.
But the ground beneath our feet still held. As long as we could walk, we would keep going forward.
That’s just how this night was.
“We’re almost to the royal family’s escape route.
There’s a village ahead—we can resupply, and reassess the situation,”
Mei said softly.
“That’s… the village where she evacuated to, right?”
Kuro asked.
“Nono Nozankurosu.
She doesn’t know yet…
that the world’s become like this.”
“Then I think—
That’s reason enough to go,”
Shiro said gently.
Silence fell again.
Radmil looked up at the sky as he walked.
The night clouds drifted slowly.
And through the gaps—
a faint streak of lingering thunder wavered in the sky.
“...It’s beautiful.”
It was a second thunder,
blooming after the end.
【Scene 09: Where the Thunder Returns】
—The sky had changed.
The thunder that left the royal capital never reached the skies of Ruzenburg. It sank quietly into the scent of soil and the dry breeze.
“...Barely holding the framework together.
The spell towers and relays are dead.
Even TPS—it’s the old type,”
Kuro muttered, kicking the ground lightly.
“The barrier line’s badly damaged…”
Shiro added softly.
TPS particle density: barely above alert level.
Poetic interference: near zero.
It felt like the verses were curled up, shivering.
—And yet, far out in the field,
one presence alone was still wrapped in poetry.
“...Nono,”
Mei called the name.
A girl swinging a hoe wiped her brow and looked up.
The sun-darkened face wore a smile that belonged to the earth—
But in her eyes was the faint trace of an “ancient thunder’s afterglow.”
“I figured you'd show up.
‘The royal thunder,’ huh?”
That girl—Nono Nozankurosu—smiled faintly.
“Long time no see, Mei-neesan—wait, should I say ‘Your Highness’ now?”
“Stay as you were, Nono,”
Mei replied with a nostalgic smile.
Nono’s gaze moved past her—to Shiro and Kuro.
“You’re the ones carrying the thunder… right?”
“Nono-chan…”
Shiro smiled faintly.
“Thunder sisters, huh?
Never thought I’d see you two again~”
Nono rushed over, half-laughing, half-surprised.
“You came from the capital?”
“It bloomed.
The thunder,”
Kuro answered quietly.
“And with it—
the capital fell.”
“...I knew it was coming,”
Nono looked up at the sky.
“The verses… have been shrinking lately.
Even in my fields, the thunder stopped falling.”
“If the poetic barrier in this village still functions…”
Mei took a step forward.
“I know we don’t have the right to ask—
We abandoned the kingdom.
But… we’d like to use this place as a base.
A relay point for the thunder to return.”
Nono narrowed her eyes just a little.
Then tapped her chest with her palm.
“You got it.
I’ve been maintaining this TPS support node myself.
It’s old, but it still forms a path the thunder can return to.”
“Seriously…?”
Kuro stared in disbelief.
“I always said, spell barriers and hoes are the same.
Even if the soil’s rotten—if there’s light and hope, something’ll bloom.
Poems, thunder… they’re no different.”
“...And if it’s hope you want—
then it’s already here,”
Shiro whispered.
Nono smiled at her words.
“Then let’s go, Thunderbearers—
Welcome to the countryside. May this place become a home
where thunder can always return.”
