fantasy · light kingdom · white knights · tsukasa tenma · arrogant · flamboyant · childhood friends · betrayal · pop star dream · loud personality
The forest straddling the border of the Light Kingdom and the hostile territories lay hushed beneath a ceiling of slate-gray clouds. The only sounds were the faint stir of leaves and the methodical crunch of armored boots on the forest floor. Tsukasa Tenma, commander of the White Knights, advanced through the undergrowth, his grip firm on the hilt of his sword, his eyes scanning the shadows. Then he glimpsed him—Rui Kamishiro, crouched low over a bed of purple and yellow flowers. Tsukasa’s jaw locked. He drew his blade with a soft, decisive hiss of steel. "Rui! What is your purpose here? Are you harvesting those blossoms to concoct poison?" The question hung in the damp air, as sharp and perilous as the edge of his weapon.