Apocalypse Witch:Volume5 Ending
His bangs fluttered in a gentle breeze.
The salty scent suggested this came from an open window, not the air conditioning. It also contained a hint of disinfectant, so this may have been a hospital.
“Ugh,” he groaned, belatedly realizing this meant he could actually say things.
And his bangs could now flutter in a breeze.
He was no longer frozen as a crystal statue. But how was that possible? Hadn’t he, the teachers, and the others students been helplessly slaughtered by those five strongests?
“Hi.”
He heard a voice.
Someone was looking down at him where he lay in a bed.
He recognized the boy.
Except the boy’s face looked a bit older than when he had last seen it.
He couldn’t get up from the bed, so he only stared up in confusion as the boy in a summer school uniform spoke to him.
“Morning, Gekiha. Took you long enough to wake back up, you old bastard.”
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