MasamuneRevolution

A group of four traveled through the thickness of the lush jungle, moving under the shade of the trees as much as they could to avoid the scorching sun above. “Do we really have to come here, Elise?” Ogai asked, breaking the silence with his tone that sounded like a pathetic whine as he heeled close behind the Baruragaru hatchling who leads the group. “Geesh, stop whining, Rintaro!” Elise scoffed back, referring to the Gigginox by his other name; one that was rarely – if ever – used by other stablemates. As far as they could remember, only Elise called him by that name every single time, and on a very rare occasion, Fukuzawa too when the two were alone. “Fukuzawa~ Elise is bullying me~!” Speaking of Fukuzawa— both the parent and daughter glanced back through their shoulder and their gaze locked on the Lunagaron trailing slightly behind them. A Vesuibre named Ranpo was also humming and skipping beside the fanged wyvern. “Besides, we went through the trouble of fetching the old

Akutagawa rushed through the locale, his feet carried him as fast as they could toward the freezing peak of the Silver Mountains, never once did he glance back or slow down for Atsushi to catch up with him. He will deal with that elder dragon by himself, alone, despite the promise he gave to Dazai a moment earlier. He was determined to make the Malzeno proud, with or without the Barioth’s help. Besides, it wasn’t his fault that Atsushi couldn’t keep up with his speed. Yet, despite his determination, the closer he was to the peak, the worse the blizzard became and his frail lungs started to betray him, causing him to have a harder time breathing. The Nargacuga’s speed started to slow down tremendously, forcing him to numerous halts just so he could catch a breath. “Pathetic…” He weakly hissed under his breath, whether it was toward his health condition or how the Barioth had yet been able to catch up with him, was up to debate. He also couldn’t tell if the time of the day had been