Chapter 14

That afternoon, Pulse Community

A series of photos, like a nuclear bomb dropped into a calm lake, instantly set the Internet ablaze:

#The story of the deep blue sea and the incarnation of light is full#

#The photographer is a god, please use the original picture as your screen saver#

#The defense team's appearance ceiling is confirmed#

What ignited the entire network was the perfect combination of two extreme individual photos and one soul photo taken by Sengoku Sakuya.

It was posted on his unpopular art account, with only the theme name and location coordinates as the accompanying text, and his identity was still not revealed.

First photo:

The image focuses on a young girl in a gray-toned, deep-sea blue robe. She stands alone beside a shallow reef, her figure as tall and straight as a pine tree, creating a wonderful balance with the drape of her robe.

The sea breeze was so strong that it made her wide dark blue sleeves and skirts flutter like undercurrents. She raised her face slightly, with her clear jaw facing the sea breeze, and her gaze, blocked by her hair, seemed to be cast towards the distant void where the sea and the sky met.

Second photo:

The center of the picture is a man bathed in blazing, saturated golden sunlight. He is dressed in a pure white robe. The strong light dyes his whole body into an almost holy, flowing golden white.

The edge of his robe was almost transparent under the strong light, emitting a warm glow. He stood on a slightly higher reef, with a gentle smile on his face that was indescribable, extremely peaceful, and full of infinite compassion and tolerance.

The third photo is also the most critical soul core that detonated the Internet!

The composition is vast and stunning: the clear blue sky, the dazzling golden sand, and the gray-black rugged reefs form a natural stage.

She stood in the shallow water in the foreground, wearing a deep sea blue robe, facing the vast ocean. The deep blue robe seemed to absorb all the light around her, turning into a quiet and deep blue, like a solidified deep sea.

He, dressed in a golden and white holy robe, stood on a slightly higher reef behind her. He lowered his head slightly, his gaze transcending the boundaries of space and light and shadow, falling accurately, attentively, and smilingly on the scene ahead.

The strong golden sunlight not only enveloped his entire body, but also formed a warm light curtain between him and her. The corners of his dark blue robe and the golden and white robe were blown in the same direction by the wind, creating an illusion of intersection in the composition.

Without physical contact, the strongest emotional connection in the photo is created through gaze and gesture alone.

[Case solved! That smile, that expression! It's definitely from the Third Division—Vice Captain Hoshina! ! !]

[The usual smile is enough to kill me, but this holy redemption smile is a nuclear-level critical hit! I'm gone!]

Is everyone talking about Vice Captain Hoshina? Then I'll secretly take my little sister away~

[The guy in front, please put my wife down! How could someone's face not be fully exposed? She stole my heart so beautifully! ! ! ]

[I'm dying of laughter. I was once lucky enough to be carried like a princess by "your" wife. Even though her bangs completely covered her eyes, this sexy girl was so damn handsome!!!]

[Um... am I the only one who thinks these two are a bit of a rival? ]

[The above, me too. ]

【+ID number】

"Why do you want to support my sister and the vice-captain? Let my sister be happy alone!" Kurozuka Aoi angrily poked at the screen of her phone, her fingertips tapping the screen so hard that it rang loudly.

Kurozuka Kirishi, who was leaning over to pick out a new hair tie for her, turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

The girl hurriedly hid her phone behind her and quickly put on a sweet but slightly guilty smile: "It's okay, sister~ Nothing happened!"

"Hmm... do you like this hair tie?" Heizhong Wushi handed a hair tie in front of her.

Kurozuka Aoi smiled and was about to say, "I like everything my sister picked," but the moment she saw the color of the hair tie, her smile froze and her voice rose several degrees: "Purple, purple??!!"

"Actually, there are many other colors." Kurozuka Kirishi didn't understand her overly intense reaction, but still reached out and touched her head: "If you don't like it, let's change it."

"Then I want the blue one!"

Blue? She remembered seeing it just now... Kurozuka Kirishi thought, turned around and started looking for it, so she didn't see Kurozuka Aoi's top-level face-changing.

After quickly leaving a resounding declaration of being a fan of her sister in the comment section, Kurozuka Aoi breathed a sigh of satisfaction, put on her sweet smile again, and happily followed her sister like a little tail to pay the bill.

He took a taxi to send Kurozuka Aoi to the entrance of the skating rink. Just as Kurozuka Kirishi turned around and prepared to leave, an urgent voice sounded from behind him.

"Excuse me, are you Aoi's sister?" A woman in sportswear, who looked like a coach, hurried out of the indoor skating rink, leaning against the door frame and panting.

Heizhong Wushi stopped, not knowing what was going on, but still said a faint "hmm".

"Aoi has a competition in three days. It's her first official competition..." Hayakawa Reiko tried to make her tone sound professional and steady, but tears were already flowing in her heart, and she was screaming wildly.

Why didn't anyone tell me that Aoi's sister has such a terrifying aura!!! Aoi always says her sister is so gentle! This is pure scam! Absolutely!!!

"Sorry, I can't come." Kurozuka Kirishi refused immediately. She knew that the first game was very important to Aoi, but she really couldn't spare the time.

The Defense Force's leave approval process was very strict, not much different from the formal military in her previous life. She couldn't ask for leave just to accompany her sister to a competition.

Hayakawa Reiko was almost choked by this blunt rejection. The professional composure she had forced on her face instantly cracked, leaving only astonishment and disbelief in her eyes.

She looked at the person in front of her with an upright figure and an indifferent, almost cold expression, and she really couldn't connect her with the lively and cheerful Kurozuka Aoi on the training ground who always mentioned "my sister" with a little pride.

"But, but..." Hayakawa Reiko opened her mouth, trying to argue again. "This is really important to Aoi. She trained very hard and always hoped that you would see it..."

Do you want to come?

Kurozuka Wushi lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes casting a small shadow under her eyes. She began to recall her past life experiences, trying to get some information that would allow her to make a judgment at this moment.

Ah... I found it. If she didn’t come, would Aoi cry too?

The little man in the memory was still crying, but Kurozuka Kirishi could no longer feel that emotion. She sighed and said to Hayakawa Reiko, "I will come. Please tell her."

After a brief pause, she tilted her head slightly and her gaze fell on the glass wall of the shop outside the venue. Her appearance was vaguely visible in the bright light.

"I just want her to be happy."