"It's obviously a beating, so why do I feel so unsatisfied?"
Bologue muttered to himself.
In the past, battles were his outlet for emotions, but the moment he made a move this time, Bologue realized that he had been used by Aimou again. It was an open scheme, yet he couldn't just stand by and watch Aimou be cut by a blade, could he?
Standing before the disordered ruins, at the edge of Bologue's vision, Aimou was already nowhere to be seen.
She escaped quickly. From such a decisive decision, it seemed Aimou had become familiar with the route during previous time reversals, like a cunning rabbit.
Aimou wasn't like this before... or maybe he never really knew the true Aimou.
Thinking of this gave Bologue a headache. He wanted to continue chasing her, but now another problem was holding him back. However, the problem was still within an acceptable range. Bologue had already located Aimou's position; he would be faster and more agile in the next time reversal.
