"Sister..."
Until just now, all Toshisuke could do was utter weak groans, but suddenly he whispered clearly, almost like a sigh.
"I... don't want to give up on swordsmanship..."
The voice was light... yet it contained a clear and resolute will.
A strong will unwilling to be dominated by his sister's personal decisions.
Aoto's eyes widened slightly in surprise at the immense power hidden within Toshisuke's mumbling.
——Unconscious as he is, he's still worried about his sister stopping him from learning swordsmanship...
It was only at this moment that Aoto realized—Toshisuke's love for the sword and swordsmanship seemed much deeper than he had previously imagined.
This late revelation had no time to properly brew and savor before it was swallowed by the sudden intrusion of the sound of clothes rustling.
"Hmm... huh?"
