"I can imagine," In the end, there were many aspects that Koumyou and Genjo had in common. Unrelenting stubbornness regarding their self-reliance was one of those things.

Tiling his head, Genjo chugged back the second one. His pain was of no benefit to anyone after all. Who knows what the next world may bring them? Genjo wanted to do his best to prepare with what was accessible to him—allowing the warmth to spread and for the scabs to mend and the tender skin to ease—finally taking a few steps forward to start wetting his feet within the ocean's waves.

It was cold.

"You've said you've been here before, right?"