For sure... it wasn't the good time now. After all they've passed trough, this was finally happening.
Their last day together.
The last day the whole team was here, on this field, where great battles succedeed eachother. Sometimes victory, sometimes defeat.
Here, children were brought to men. They learned courage. Daring. Pain. Efforts. Cohesion.
Looking at them, Hiruma was uncertain. On a side, he was so proud of what they became, and he couldn't help to think that it was him who made the team so strong. On the other side, today was the final day. There were nothing else to say.
For once, he'd like to think a bit more of the others, and be less devilish as usual. But he needs to be very strong to hold a team, especially a noobs one. If he shows just one weakness, it can destroy the faith they putted in him. They think he's a rock, as strong as a stone, reliable.
But sometimes, you screwed up.
He was standing here, alone in the dark. Nothing else could be done, it’s too late. When you’ll lose somebody, nothing else really matter. He knew he shouldn’t do anything, but he couldn’t help to think there was something to do, and there was just him who’ll do it. So I did it.
When she came in the room, I looked at her. I didn’t realize it was this which causes my embarrassment and was the source of all my problems.
Moving with her natural grace, she talked to me.
“- What happened to you on the field Hiruma ? You’ve never angry like this before. That’s strange, you usually don’t loose control when somebody provokes you.
- I know, manager. Shut up now.
- No I won’t.
- Oh come on ! Don’t give me the “compassion” crap. I really don’t need it.
- It’s not the “compassion talk” I want to give."
He rolled his eyeballs.
" - No, really? he said with a sardonic tone. He began to come closer. "So, why are you here then ? Is it for you or ... for me ?"
To be continued...