Shadow Trainer - kage tyurainersu By Shadow Trainer Ash Chapter Three - thesis of cruel angels zankoku na tenshi no you ni shounen yo shinwa ni nare aoi kaze ga ima mune no doa wo tataite mo watashi dake wo tada mitsumete hohoenderu anata Kasumi restlessly stared at her Dokukurage wristwatch within worry and confusion; watching the slow beating of the tentacles wrap around the seconds of the minute. The morning was clear and subtle, but still lied relentless to the gleaming sun that sprayed various cumulous clouds into the cerulean sky like a firehose; blessing her flaming orange hair into the grazing wind. The wooden, splintering bench she sat upon was starting to turn her back sore to the wooden planks, and ached her bone to flesh. She kept staring at the crimson, white cornered teishishingo [stop sign] that ranged the area where she sat; car exhaust flattening among the air as the next bus fled past in wonder why she hadn't nagged her chance for a ride. Satoshi had promised to meet her there at the bus stop over an hour ago, and yet, still hadn't come into sight among the wispy morning of slumber. And yet, there were only three more hours till his match... Giving up on her friend after siting in thought for a good ten minutes, sat up to face the breeze to the west, where, in a distance, could see the next blue coated bus approaching the teishishingo. sotto fureru mono motomeru koto ni muchuu de unmei sae mada shiranai itaikena hitomi The bus stopped before her within a squeak of oil abused brakes, causing Kasumi to slightly flinch to the screaching sound. The bus windows were clouded with car exhaust; but she could faintly make out the ebony leather seats occupied by strangers and children of all shapes and sizes--the bus driver resembling a shadowy look in his dark eyes. The slide door flung open within a snap in front of her, releasing the rubber, mud sliding steps in which gladly welcomed Kasumi. As she entered the bus; smelling the stench of leather, broken heaters, and body odor, she slid into a mahogany leather seat that was occupied by a hooded stranger, feeling the softness repel through her skin as she sat down. The stranger's dark cerulean eyes gazed at her as she slowly flinched at the icy chill of his stance, dark shadows cowering down his face from the mahogany, ebony lined cape that hooded his figure. Within a swift twist of his cape, Kasumi felt his gaze setting upon her. "You're name is Kasumi, right?" Kasumi's cerulean eyes nearly jumped out of their sockets when she heard this stranger's raspy voice speak her name, gazing at him within a slight tremble beneath the rim of her fingers. "How did you know my name?" He held the hood closer to his face between two fingers, sliding up a golden latch to keep it in the perfect stance that cowered his face into the shadows. "That's not important..." His gleaming cerulean eyes seemed to sparkle as he looked to see if anyone was listening, reassuring their security. "What is important is that you keep away from a woman named Gyou today at the tournament...it's very urgent." Kasumi's eyes beckoned a confused glance, and, while looking surperior, questioned his order. "How so?" The man's eyes seemed tp disappeared beneath the shadows of the cloak. "Just trust me. Also be sure not to make Satoshi look in his eyes...it's very important for his safety." Now shocked at the revealance of her friends name, Kasumi arched closer to the man; noticing dirty- blonde sideburns near his ears. "Who are you to know of Satoshi?" Her pale fingers reached to pull down the hood within slick gestures, quickly and forcefully getting knocked away by the man's hand. "Don't touch me, girl! It's none of your business to know of my name...just to follow of my orders!" Backing a bit off the bus seat, Kasumi beckoned the response forcefully--only to see her hands cuffing the rough fabric at the man's neck to get the hood down. "Shiseiji!!" The man's free hands tried to snag at Kasumi's grip, but, as strong as she was, forcefully kept them down, pulling at the loose fabric that shadowed his face into darkness. As soon as her hands had no longer anything to hold down, she yanked the cloth free from his head, revealing the same blonde haired boy who had saved Satoshi with that shadowed Myuu of his that night one year ago. His face had grown as hard as rock with anger at her stubborn attempts of revealing his identity, eyebrows locked dead on her target as the hood she had pulled free fell in wrinkles at his neck. Kasumi's cerulean eyes grew large with anticipation; staring at the stranger that had disappeared before they could even speak a word of thank you to him. The stranger that looked almost EXACTLY like Satoshi... Staring at him for a good long second, Kasumi finally spoke, "Why'd you save us that night?" Caro's icy eyes seemed to gleam with the sun at the thought of the subject, turning toward the window that reaccounted his reflection. "Let's just say I do thesis on cruel angels." When Kasumi's gaze turned into a look of confusement, he continued, pusing his right hand to the window, "The unbrought dead of the living. I...I destroy them in their bad ways, lets just say." Kasumi's cerulean eyes blinked like a silver star, gazing as his hand released from the window, leaving a smuge like lipstick did to a man's lips. "The unbrought dead of the living...? That doesn't make any since at all what-so-ever! What are you, crazy?" Caro turned toward her within that stern look of his, brushing a strand of blonde hair from his eyes as he confronted her negative response. "It means the ones that are worthy of the dead, but still live by the way we do." He pushed the rim of his cloak closer to his neck, tightening the golden latch. "My two sisters do the same...we--" His breath seemed to run short. "Kill the ones who don't deserve to live." Kasumi's eyes widened in shock, fear striking her straight to the heart of her soul. How did anyone NOT diserve to live? Caro saw the shock in her eyes, and sighed, crossing his right leg over his left heavily. "It may sound like a nasty job, but it's right in many ways. Some people are so dead inside, they deserve to die no matter how great life is..." He gazed at her with blazing eyes. "Some people just don't deserve second chances. Others do. It just depends what kind of person you are to determine such--such deeds as those. So other words, as I call it, I do thesis of cruel angels..." zankoku na tenshi no te-ze kanashimi ga soshite hajimaru dakishimeta inochi no katachi sono yume ni mezameta toki dare yori mo hikari wo hanatsu shounen yo shinwa ni nare As the bus squeaked to an abrupt halt at the next teishishingo, Caro immediately shrouded his face by the cloak again, hiding himself from the new people now entering the bus. Kasumi stared at them in curiosity by Caro's actions, noticing it was merely Marco and one of his many girlfriends Kathurine. Kathurine was a young girl around Satoshi's age, and, with those beautiful oriental eyes of hers, could easily attrack any boy who came to close. She was Amande's best friend [who happened to be close friend of Satoshi's at Pokemon Tech] and was known as the best Grass and Rock Pokemon trainer from Kuchiba Sitei at Pokemon Tech. Often traveling with her Fushigidane and Chikoriita, [like Amande did with her Pikachuu and Hinoarashi] she often took on Fire and Water challenges--often what Satoshi called the classics of 'Yin and Yang.' She expected to the enter the tournament fairly, but in unique terms--hoping to get a trainer within her favorite training methods; even if it meant badly to her Pokemon's weaknesses. She felt rather comfortable about it, although, so no terms of pity were about within her standards. Marco immediately spotted Kasumi siting near the front seats of the bus wearing a pathetic smile; alone and restless. "Yo Kasumi!" He literally jumped over all the bus stairs [to the bus driver's annoyance], and, with Kathurine close at his side, rushed over her. Grabbing onto the bus seat before her own within white knuckles, he swung himself over her, and placed himself in the following seat. Kasumi gazed at this--now in ultimate shock. Only a moment ago, Caro had been siting there...only again to vanish. Marco noticed Kasumi's confused look, and started hopping up and down on the bus seat on his butt to make that part of the bus shake, only to cause the bus driver to cuss out Marco. But then again, knowing him, all he did was grin and point his fingers at him in a gun-like manner laughing. Annoyed, Kasumi shoved Marco to the window, knocking him smack into the glass with his feet flying. Kathurine grew quite upset by this, but still remained silent, siting questionless in the seat in front of them. She used up the bus time [while all Kasumi and Marco did was shove each other in annoyance] cleaning her monster balls for the tournament with the bottom of her shirt, making sure she perfectly saw her reflection in the shiny crimson and pallid. After being shoved by Kasumi for at least the hundreth time, Marco came flat to the bus window, gazing outside of it curiously. The deserted wasteland that had only herded trees and dirt roads had now transformed into cement roads and sidewalks, building being impailed everywhere across the land of of Tokiwa Sitei in silence. A few people traveled here and there; but it could never take over the population that held Tamamushi Sitei together. Some shops and hamburger stands raced among the sidewalks in search of costumers, but barely got any among the Thursday of a weekday. The sun shone like a flashlight across the windows of the many shops and the new addition of the Trainer Hall, making it glimmer like transparent ice. He pressed his face closer to the window, and grinned at the sight of Pokemon Tech coming in tune with his eyes. "Hey, we're almost there! Ready to loose, Kasumi?" He laughed bitterly, and preased his fingers to the monster balls at his belt that carried his prized Biriridama and Marumain--two of his favorites among his many electric types. "Your fancy water types wont get passed my electric types, nor Kathurine's grass types! Heh, you have NO chance." Kasumi simply smacked him in the nose before arising to her feet at the arriving bus, exiting the slide opening door grimly as Marco and Kathurine dashed out to the school. Once her sneakers welcomed the concrete road leading to Pokemon Tech, she took off running--praying Satoshi would make it on time for his match; for, as his friend, Kasumi didn't want to see him yet again fail for his chance to be master. *~&~* hosoi kubisuji wo tsukiakari ga utsushiteru sekaijuu no toki wo tomete tojikometai kedo moshimo futari aeta koto ni imi ga aru nara watashi wa sou jiyuu wo shiru tame no baiburu Grinning broadly, a stranger's shadow grew strong among a frightful group huddled together in the corner of an ally, shaking furiously as her red hair glistened almost innocently. Wearing a slim pallid shirt that flew apart at the bottom of her chest [which revealed an ebony shirt beneath], her black gloved hands grasped onto a glimmering knife that struck shimmering stars at the blade. Her icy eyes repelled anyone who stared at her sharply among the corner, grimming broadly at her so called 'accomplishment.' Shaking in fear, a mahogany shaded man of a slim black hair cut spoke up among the group he stood upon, [the group held about eight people] gazing at the knife even as he spoke. "What do you want of us, woman? We have no money! If you want to gang up on someone, go to somewhere such as Tamamushi or Kobane!" The knife shimmered in the sunlight as the woman grabbed his pallid shirt collar; pulling him close as the blade came to his neck. "I don't want money..." Her grin came clear to her lips as her queen-like voice escaped her throat. "Just a little information of no sort." His eyes became crooked as she snagged him closer, grinning even broader at his suffering. "Well, what if I don't have the information you need?" Releasing him, she thrusted him at the corner with such force, he toppled ontop of a few shivering men and woman. Grinning, she went up to another woman who stood alone, as well in fear. "What shall happen, you ask?" She raised the knife at the freightful woman and struck her straight in the throat, feeling the blade pierce and stab as the woman screamed and staggered to her death. Blood gashed at her throat as blood escaped threw clenched teeth; veins popping and throbbing as she fell to her knees--heart exploding pumps of blood from the fear she was now experiencing--all leading to her death. As the blood leaked like water through the legs of the many concievers, the man was now staggering in even more fear; praying he knew the answer of the question she desired. "Now..." She licked the woman's blood at her knife, soon placing the blade back where she held it at her sidebelt. "I only need the answer to one question." She again took her grasp at his shirt collar, grinning broadly between ghostly teeth. "Have you seen a girl by the name of Mihashi? Urgent matters mean urgent plans." Just as the shivering man was about to answer 'yes' as a lie for his life, a blur of cobalt came right past Kasumi's shimmering gaze, following the stance of a crashing bus. A shirtless man with sterling blue, spiky, shoulder lengthed hair stopped beneath the blur at the woman's presense, letting his baggy pants rub at his legs as his muscles escaped at his shoulders. He grinned slightly, letting the woman release the shivering man. "So," he grabbed her gloved hand beneath his palms tenderly, rubbing the leather off to reveal her flesh. "I see you've been quite busy, Musashi." Myou grinned at the bunch she had grabbed, letting them sneak away in carelss measures as the bleeding body of the dead woman remained crippled. "Yes. Yes I have." The man pressed his lips to the bare flesh of her hand, and began kissing sickly up her arm, only being stopped by Musashi when he reached her neck to suck freely. "Kojirou, stop it. I'm very sure you didn't come here just to kiss me, so spit out why you're here before I stab you too." He grinned, and removed his palm from her hand. "I just have to say that we've been proven well by Sakaki...for the first time, Musashi! Isn't this exciting at all to you?" She paused, and looked at him weirdly. "That's all you had to say to me, you bastard? Heh! Now you're making even Nyaasu's conversations seem excellent!" He laughed a hearty laugh and continued, "Why, no...not exactly." He rubbed his fingers between one of the many pockets beneath his baggy jeans, grasping something small and velvet as he took it out to show Musashi. He grinned, and tossed it to her; his eyes pleading for a good answer. Musashi caught the velvet, crimson box in her fist, and unquestionably released the latch. Inside, resting lightly, was a shimmering diamond ring fastened beneath gold and crystal-- mirrors reflecting her image lightly. Without even letting Kojirou speak, Musashi closed the velvet box, and thursted it back at him, causing his face to twitch in mental pain. "No, Kojirou. Marriage is not yet on my mind." Her icy eyes snapped at his, gazing like a stray cat ready to bite. "Besides, Sakaki would never accept it, so just forget about it." Without even looking back at her comrade, she left him to be fed on by the shadows of the Tokiwa ally, not even thinking about his feelings as he slumped in confusion and hurt. It surprised him by how much ONE word could mess up someone's feelings so bad it could almost kill... Sighing, he took the box and shoved the ring into his fist, only to push it in the woman's blood, and stretch it out into the concrete to shave out the word that had ruined his life...no. Whoever must have invented that word must have known of it's power, for he had put it in such a small word...and, as everyone knows, the biggest things come in the smallest packages... *~&~* dakedo itsuka kizuku deshou sono senaka ni wa haruka mirai mezasu tameno hanega ga arukoto zankoku na tenshi no te-ze madobe kara yagate tobitatsu hotobashiru atsui patosu de omoide wo uragiru nara kono sora wo daite kagayaku shounen yo shinwa ni nare An hour and ten more Eroyu herbs later, Satoshi and Pikachuu were energetic and ready for the dance--and, as Satoshi found out, which was what the Eroyu herbs were supposed to do to you...make your unusually happy and energetic--even when extremely depressed. Satoshi also learned that it was best to speak in his so-called 'Chuu' tongue while he was around the Pokemon--since for some reason, when he spoke in the human language, they got a bit on the panicky side. None of them seemed to find it unusual that he wasn't wearing any clothes for some odd reason; but then again, it wasn't exactly surprising, since you really didn't see Aabo walking around with pants on their tails. Although it did disturb him a bit when an Onisuzume flew past him to tell him that human boys looked quite funny without their pants. The pain in his gashed hand had somehow wandered away, and, when he looked at it, noticed the gash was completely gone itself--just leaving a bit of a nasty scar...same with his eye, Pikachuu mentioned. After asking Ukyoa about this while she passed by to check on them; she simply told him that the Eroyu herbs were used to treat the wounds and diseases caused by the acts of nature...and, being sliced by that rock apparently had been an act of nature. As soon as the time came, they each reached a flocky area of emerald grass acres surrounded by many assortments of oak and red trees--even coming across the occasional ash. Satoshi was amazed that all of this was located in Masara Taun...way off of the map that the Pokemon Center had, which was definitly for sure. Every tree in the forest was full with some kind of monster...therefore if it were Bataafurii or Koratta--they were there and were millions of each one. He also found out that the Pokemon God realms had been seperated by the rock and poison elements...otherwords, the forest belonged to the poison gods, and the rock and plains area he had been in before belonged to Gyaryu. What surprised Satoshi, although, was that he never saw ONE Aabokku in this whole forest that was said to be ruled by Aabo; and if it were ruled by Aabo, he kind of figured there'd at least be one Aabokku... He shrugged it off, and continued down the woods, spotting a massive Rizaadon with its claws wrapped around an immense oak tree that stretched high into the heavens; seemingly asleep in comfort as its emerald, leathery wings hugged its elbows. The Rizaadon's snout was painted in spikes from the red paste, dagger-like teeth hanging loosely from its jaw as it snored in a low voice. Pikachuu paused to look at the dragon, cocking an eyebrow as its claws grasped the tree tighter. *Now that's an unusual sight if I've ever seen one...* Satoshi stared a good long moment before answering his monster. "Well, I dunno...I mean, if you count the fact that he Rizaadon is in love with the tree, yes, but if it's just sleeping..." Pikachuu's ears flattened to its skull in annoyance, soft mahogany eyes turning sharp. *It's not in love with the tree! What I'm just saying is that it's kinda unusual too see a Rizaadon asleep somewhere else besides a cave.* Satoshi blinked, shrugged, and walked up to the massive creature, watching the flames at its tail flicker and pop to the beaming sun. "I'm gonna try to talk to it, Pikachuu..." He grinned broadly. "What's the Rizaadon language called anyway?" Pikachuu again looked slightly annoyed. *How the heck am I supposed to know? Do I look like a Rizaadon, or somethin'?* Satoshi laughed and shook his head as he continued to approach the Rizaadon, taking a deep breath before trying his best to twist his voice to a Rizaadon's. But, just as he thought, it wasn't as easy as he thought. Becoming restless to the noises awakening it from its slumber, the Rizaadon released its claws from around the tree, and gave a good long look at the exhausted Satoshi who smiled sheepishly at the awakence of the monster. *What kind of jibberish are you talking in to wake me up from my sleep, kid?* Satoshi blinked, adjusted his new 'clothes', and jumped up; deciding it was best just to stick with the so called 'Chuu.' *Sorry...didn't mean to wake you.* Pikachuu rolled its soft mahogany eyes. *Yes you did.* The Rizaadon gave a large yawn that almost knocked Satoshi straight off his feet, breathing a gash of ember onto its massive claw as it rubbed the blaze onto its jaw, letting it flow down its neck. Noticing Satoshi's confused gaze, the Rizaadon spoke up. "What is it, boy? Never seen a Rizaadon bathe before?" Satoshi shook his head, and grinned slightly beneath chapped lips, looking slightly curious. *Is that real flame, or just stuff you use to clean yourself with?* The Rizaadon looked down on him with a mock of superiority. *It's real flame, of course! Fire monsters don't use such water habits...fire suits us just fine, and burns all the dirt away just as well as water does.* Understanding, Satoshi nodded, and revived to his feet once more, letting Pikachuu climb up onto his shoulder. *Are you heading to the dance?* *Of course. Everyone in this side of forest comes...* It gazed at Satoshi. *Although I wonder why such a human is here. I heard rumors about you, but didn't believe it. Didn't think Arokoi and Gyaryu would let a human survive here.* It brought a claw to it's side, and raised its wings to let them get ready for takeoff. *Although I think I saw you fall down Gyaryu's realm before you came to the Aabo Shrine [the train, otherwords]. I'll take you to go get your stuff if you feel them important.* Satoshi gave a heavy nod and watched as the Rizaadon lowered its long neck, flexed out its back, and let Satoshi jump on. Just as his weight [and Pikachuu's] washed over the Rizaadon, it flexed out its massive wings, and, with a glint of emerald, took off to the cliff to recieve his left possetions. *~&~* Once he got back and dressed in his clothes [as well as getting his Pocket Monsters back], Satoshi took off on Ryonike [The Rizaadon] to the dancing grounds, where, as he heard from his new friends tales, was where both of the Gods had been born themselves--served within many myths and legends. Flying was a great relief to Satoshi--since it had been such a long time since he had taken to the skies on his own Rizaadon, and even longer since he had rode among the feathers of his Pijotto. Ryonike, although, decided this time to take not to the skies of the clouds, but now to the skies of the forest to get their faster, but not by dive. So dodging all the trees of the forest, crashing pine and dirt in all directions, the Rizaadon dashed by wing through the forest at full speed, breathing fire at any distance it couldn't get past. Ariving in a bare area of decorated grass lands, it took a loft in a turmoil, and with a leap, landed on its talons with a roar. Grinning, Satoshi felt his shirt stick to his back as he slid off the Rizaadon's back to his feet, Pikachuu hanging onto his shoulder for dear life. "Ryon--" Satoshi paused, and started over, *Ryonike...what kind of dance is this exactly?* His face turned red. *I'm not exactly that good at dancing...* *It's not exactly what humans call dancing, if that's what you mean...* It raised its neck into the air. *It's more like...how can I say this? A race...yes, it's more like a race.* Satoshi raised his attention to this, and immediately responded. *Do humans ride on top of the Pokemon?* The Rizaadon looked almost horrified by this, but tried to keep its face subtle. *Of course not. You race by your paws and wings of course. The winner gets to train with the Gods themselves. Pretty fair deal, isn't it?* When Satoshi nodded, the Rizaadon took a massive claw, and pushed Satoshi passed a few bushes into a new area where public was in sight, Pocket Monsters of all shapes and sizes taking their pick on grass, fruit, and many other accesories. A gleaming fire glew in the midst of the dark forest, profiting steam up into the world of day. Nidoran and Okorizarus pushed rocks and moss covered sticks up to the blazing fire to let it burn brighter, a Bubii blowing steam upon it to make the steam immensely grow. A lengthy path seemed to be shrouded by silver outgrew among the monsters, a small crimson line spreading a decor where the race would start down the path. The road led almost like a bridge over the Aabo bank, the water drifting out into the mouth where Satoshi had first arived, and stayed for a while inside the Masara train. "Gosh, that road is pretty! Isn't it Pikachuu?" Pikachuu nodded within a tight grin, watching along with Satoshi and Ryonike glided off to a group full of Rizaadons', smiling grimly as each of them took their times to 'wash' their faces. Standing alone with Pikachuu, Satoshi smelled the fragrance of the burning fire as it continued to flicker, watching as the Nidoran, Bubii, and Okorizarus fled away from the now huge fire rearing in pride. Almost as if deja vu, Satoshi felt sudden length and long to go closer to the fire--not for the warmth, but for some unusual reason he couldn't figure out... Casually, he strode up to the fire, and peered at the flickering flames of yellow and orange; watching as the flames would spread apart, and fall like fireflies as ashes to the ground. With a gentle hand, he slowly ran his hand through the fire to feel its warmth, giving a slight look of shock as the flames began to glow brighter than before. Startled, he stepped back a bit, but still continued to stare intintially. Almost as if magic, the fire seemed to erupt into a massive shape that shook the ground with ebony eyes, making Satoshi fall backwards to the ground panicked. A snout pressed out from the flames to form a sharp muzzle, gleaming ebony eyes shining out from the top of its head. Brighter flames jettisoned from its head and back as it stated to step out form the fire on hooves, a long lanky body following after it. Satoshi immediately noticed this to be a Poniita; the fire horse he had rode in a Pokemon race so long ago... Only this one was much different...instead of having pallid fur that gleamed slick and glossy, immense flames cowered across its body in all directions; almost as if made from it. The mouth opened as if to speak, its gleaming glossy eyes staring at Satoshi as it did so, "Nabultau ikou ashu made jikuo surol kier, wequo." Satoshi paused at the firehorse in wonder. It had just spoken...he knew; but all the words seemed fuzzy...somehow he knew he had heard them somewhere, but couldn't make them out. The Pocket Monsters from all around stared at the firehorse in awe, a Ishitsubute speaking up for the shocked, *Ikoui! What...what are you doing around these parts?* Ikoui raised its snout into the air, and, in its natural Pokemon tongue, responded. *I came to watch the race...wanted to see the lucky winner.* It gazed at Satoshi as stood in thought about the words it had said to him, confused in all manner. A Raichuu grinned at this, and pointed at a golden piece of metal pierced inside of its ear--which, as Satoshi saw it, probably resembled an earing--and laughed a few 'Rais' before actually speaking. *I got myself a lucky human instrument, Ikuoi! I have no chance to loose...besides, I thought you would be one of those ENTERING the race, not WATCHING. You always saw how you run faster than fire spreads, yes?* Ikoui nodded, and let its fire glisten. *Yes, but I have my ways, don't I?* At this all the Pokemon nodded in agreement, and got their act together, returning to what they had been doing earlier. As Satoshi pieced all the words together, he followed Ikuoi, who had earlier walked away from the crowd within trampled hooves and spreading dirt as it mummered a soft tune. *Ikuoi?* Satoshi went up from behind it, and raced to its front smiling weakly, watching as it looked at him in annoyance. "Ryon teko keriu wequo, Satoshi." Satoshi shut his eyes into darkness, and slowly watched as the word started coming together. He paused, and looked up at Ikuoi. "Speak in my normal tongue?" Ikuoi nodded, and gazed at Pikachuu who looked at him superiorly. *Yes, it's quite imitating to hear a subject speak in another monster's tongue just to earn respect.* Satoshi smiled sheepishly, and bent down to slowly rub Pikachuu's forehead. "I just have one question..." *Ask any you please.* "What is that language you were speaking, and how did I understand it?" Ikuoi paused for a slight second, letting its flames die down to reveal its natural pallid fur. But as it started talking again, its flames yet again cowered down its chest. *It's called 'High- kage,' and why you can understand it is no answer you should be getting from me. It's not my right to tell you such things.* Satoshi slowly nodded in defeat, but then quickly lifted it to the silver road. *And Satoshi...* He looked up at the giant firehorse. *Like I told you earlier when I arrived...* It's flames started bristling fiestily. *You have my permission to ride me in the race...for I'm sure a train with the Gods will do you greatly on your quest.* hito wa ai wo tsumugi nagara rekishi wo tsukuru megami nante narenai mama watashi wa ikiru zankoku na tenshi no te-ze madobe kara yagate tobitatsu hotobashiru atsui patosu de omoide wo uragiru nara kono sora wo daite kagayaku shounen yo shinwa ni nare