章節 253: The Ichimori's Magic Space

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Asuma stood up and dusted his lap from any possible dirt, careful not to pat his injured thigh too hard. It would sting and paralysed him for a while if he did so. The khaki-brown-haired man craned his head back and stretched his limbs.

They were aching and stiff after the long sit. He looked up into the bright cloudless blue sky that bore no worry with his mossy-green eyes. Asuma squinted and held his breath. How could the vast azure ceiling above them look so...

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... frightening...?

The man was worried about one thing-- the thought of them failing all these plans they came up with and unable to go home. Though, he shouldn't. Fuyukiku and Shiroyuubi had reported that Eito will come to their aid real soon.

When would "soon" be? How time works in this dimension was way far from how the "real world" works. Even their personal Magic Spaces have different time spans and different ways to how they go.