It's raining heavily. Stiletto and an old man in a butler's clothes are walking from a helicopter launchpad to the entrance of a tall tower; both of them carrying umbrellas. Awaiting them by the entrance is a man on his hands and knees. He's half-naked, upper half of his body bandaged here and there. Judging by how soaked he is, he's been here for a while.
Stiletto notices him and stops.
"I've no time for losers, ██████████."
"I was overconfident in my eyesight," the man confesses, head still bowed. "Give me another chance! I'll defeat Matoi for certain next time!"
There is quite a lot of emotion in his words, but Stiletto only scoffs without looking at him, ready to move on to the tower.
"Pathetic. I don't need subordinates who lack resolve."
"Resolve I have. Here is the proof!"
The man finally raises his head as a bolt of lightning strikes. Stiletto turns to look at him... and gives an approving, pleasantly surprised hum.
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memory #1 (sanageyama's resolve)
Date: 2021-03-26 03:41 pm (UTC)Stiletto notices him and stops.
"I've no time for losers, ██████████."
"I was overconfident in my eyesight," the man confesses, head still bowed. "Give me another chance! I'll defeat Matoi for certain next time!"
There is quite a lot of emotion in his words, but Stiletto only scoffs without looking at him, ready to move on to the tower.
"Pathetic. I don't need subordinates who lack resolve."
"Resolve I have. Here is the proof!"
The man finally raises his head as a bolt of lightning strikes. Stiletto turns to look at him... and gives an approving, pleasantly surprised hum.
The man's eyes are sewn shut.