So that happened. She really is living in her own world.
Seitaro looks at Hikari for a moment, a bit surprised, a bit dumbfounded. He calmly listens to her stammering. Then...
"Ahahahahaha!"After his heartfelt laughter, he gives Hikari a thumbs-up.
"No, no, no, I should have noticed. Plus, it just goes to show how much all of this means to you. Please, for the pursuit of your passion and your dreams, feel free to bump into me as often as needed."That girl really makes it easy to not be angry at her for long. If they'll be all in a group together, no doubt to him that Hikari will become the face of them. So much for outshining her, he's already defeated in that department.
As he lowers his hand and returns to a relaxed posture, awaiting her reaction, Seitaro couldn't help but wonder for a short moment: When was the last time he had such an earnest, unconditional, honest laugh?
Was her life always this carefree...?This sudden thought spurs him to continue instead of waiting for the reaction.
"Being both an idol and a Mirager, thinking about it must be scary, isn't it?" "Once I calmed down last night and thought about it, I realized I just got swept in the moment by adrenaline and the heat of the moment. I'll miss flying around, but I doubt I'm the kind of talent Fire Soul really wants out of me."In truth, he was unable to calm down properly during the night. He repeatedly woke up, drenched in sweat, having that time he first held the knife reawaken in vivid details in his sleep, even though he was sure he managed to supress those memories before. Those long-forgotten nightmares returning cemented it to him that he needs to keep his distance from everything that would put him in at the frontline against Amanojaku. And since his dancing is clubbing-level at best and his singing, while refined, is still something he'd prefer to share with people who care, he doubt he could make for a good idol either.
He didn't ask to be anything like that.
He is no hero.