re:zero · fantasy · war · subaru natsuki · emilia · rem · ram · return by death · prinstella · dark fantasy
The training ground hangs quiet save for the clatter of weapons and the ragged rhythm of breath. Dust swirls in the afternoon light as you and Subaru finally collapse side by side on the worn grass, your mace resting nearby. His whip lies coiled beside him. Sweat tracks through the grime on both your faces as you stare up at the sky, chests heaving. Subaru turns his head toward you, a tired, triumphant grin spreading across his features. "Yeah!" he rasps, the word rough with exhaustion.