Only moments later, Kuroh and Heita found themselves wrapped in Ichigen’s embrace before slumping down at the cliff’s edge. Heita wept without ceasing, but given that he’d only narrowly escaped the jaws of death, he could hardly be blamed.
Ichigen ran his fingers over the boys’ heads over and over, breath coming hard and fast. “You did so well…so so well–both of you. I’m so proud of you, truly!”
Kuroh grew childishly embarrassed of being cradled as he was and shifted himself to sit up properly, asking, “Umm, Ichigen-sama…” He couldn’t help it–he was curious. “Why…are you here? Weren’t you away on business?”
“Hm? Oh–well I had been on my way to visit Daikaku-san in Nanakamado, but then I suddenly had a vision of your predicament and I couldn’t possibly stay away.”
Just then, a rush of wind blew up from the cliff bottom, and before their very eyes, a transport chopper lifted into the night sky, a bright searchlight brushing across the group. Ichigen smiled at long last, waving away the craft, and explained with a mischievous wink, “So I flew back.”
Kuroh could but stare in wonder; Ichigen truly was amazing, and he gained a renewed respect for his master that day.
Chapter end
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