"Let's take the train," Zenkyou said.
Shura blinked.
"By what?"
"Train."
"…I've traveled more underground in a week than I ever did on the Surface."
Ren smirked.
"Adapt."
The train doors hissed open.
Dark leather seats. Reinforced glass. Iron supports etched with stabilizing runes.
Not civilian.
Engineered.
The train launched forward.
Smooth.
Fast.
Shura leaned forward immediately.
"Okay. Important question."
Ren sighed.
"Here we go."
"I don't actually know how any of you fight."
Orin tilted his head.
"My bow."
"That's not an explanation."
"It's sufficient."
"That sounds illegal."
Orin stood.
Opened the side window.
Wind tore into the cabin.
He drew.
Released.
The arrow vanished.
Three seconds later—
A distant signal lamp shattered perfectly.
The train never slowed.
"…Woh," Shura whispered.
Orin sat.
"Distance is flexible."
Ren crossed his arms.
"Show off."
Shura turned instantly.
"How heavy is your sword?"
Ren leaned back.
"Depends."
"On?"
"How serious I am."
Orin muttered, "His ego weighs more."
Ren smiled faintly.
"I can split your arrow mid-flight."
"I can hit it before you move."
They stood.
Passengers slowly moved away.
Zenkyou didn't open her eyes.
"Do not break the train."
They clashed.
Fast.
Precise.
Not full strength.
Air cracked.
The runes glowed faintly.
Shura leaned forward—
Zenkyou snapped her fingers.
Pressure filled the cabin.
Ren and Orin froze mid-strike.
"Sit."
They sat.
Immediately.
Passengers exhaled.
Shura turned slowly to Yura.
"…You?"
She hesitated.
"My style is based on movement."
"Like sword dancing?"
A small nod.
"Dancing techniques."
Ren added quietly,
"You won't see the start."
Orin continued,
"You won't see the end."
"You'll just lose," Ren finished.
Shura's eyes sparkled.
"I want to see that."
"Not on a train," Yura replied softly.
Shura turned dramatically.
"Zenkyou!"
"I fight bare-handed."
"That's boring."
Ren closed his eyes.
Zenkyou continued calmly.
"My weapon is a relic."
Shura leaned in.
"It's fused with me. I don't draw it."
"…Then?"
"I release it."
The runes along the cabin flickered.
"If I do," she said flatly,
"everyone in this train will lose consciousness."
Silence.
"…Oh," Shura said quietly.
The train slowed.
"We've arrived."
Lake District
Cool air.
Open space.
Less noise.
Different from the city core.
Shura stepped toward the water.
They changed into layered festival attire.
Structured. Elegant. Dark fabric with silver lines.
Even Ren looked less like war.
Lanterns rose slowly.
Music drifted.
The artificial sky dimmed to twilight.
Shura stepped closer to the lake.
"So… we finally came."
The water shimmered.
Calm.
Too calm.
Ren's gaze sharpened slightly.
Zenkyou's headache flickered once.
Beneath the surface—
Something moved.
Slow.
Watching.
Unseen.
The lanterns continued rising.
For now—
The lake remained silent.