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> "Maybe in another world… we could've just been kids."
The fire crackled.
Ashes drifted into the cold wind like dying memories.
He didn't remember the name of the village they saved. Or if it was worth it.
Asenari slept leaning against his shoulder, chakra exhausted from the last healing technique she poured into him. Her breathing, soft and real, grounded him more than anything else.
Noboru had finally stopped pacing. His feral eyes scanned the horizon, as if the threat could ever truly be over.
And Rick? The old bastard was passed out against a tree stump, bottle half-empty, murmuring theories in his sleep about chakra, entropy, and destiny being a lie.
Akira watched the stars, the distant sky above a world that never really wanted them.
But they carved their place in it anyway.
They bled for it.
For each other.
Maybe… just maybe…
That was enough.
He closed his eyes, hand resting loosely on the hilt of a blade far older than him.
A soft whisper passed his lips—
"Team 11… until the end."