Senran Kagura: Shadow's Light: Chapter 2IkarugaSenran Kagura: Shadow's Light: Chapter 2 by JMHomon
Of course I want to see them again. I’ve wanted to have that chance ever since that day nine months ago. But just wanting something to happen isn’t going to make it so. We can’t afford to get our hopes up over something that may just be a coincidence. As class representative, I have to lead by example for the others. Hopefully, if the others follow my lead, they won’t be disappointed if nothing happens.
Still, I have to admit that I’m a little envious of all of them. After all that happened between them, they were still able to befriend their rivals from Hebijo. I wish I could have followed in their footsteps. Yet no matter how hard I tried, Yomi still seemed to be closed off to me. Perhaps, if we were only to have a second chance, we might finally get the chance to become friends this time.
…I’m losing my train of thought. I’m s
Senran Kagura: Shadow's Light: Chapter 3KatsuragiSenran Kagura: Shadow's Light: Chapter 3 by JMHomon
It all comes down to this. We’ve been waiting for this moment our whole lives. And now, the time has finally come for us to show everyone just what we’re made of. I’m so pumped right now that I can barely see anything but the goal at the end of this test. As focused as I am, there’s no way I’m walking out of here without graduating. I’m going to pass this exam if it’s the last thing I do!
I reach the point where I’m supposed to start. We were split up into three starting locations, so I can only assume that Asuka and Ikaruga have done the same. The goal of this test is simple: we have five hours to make it to the top of the mountain in the center of our starting points and claim the flag. The mountain is only a few miles away; I could make it there and back at least three times in that amount of time. If it really were that easy, that is. But
Senran Kagura: Shadow's Light: Chapter 1AsukaSenran Kagura: Shadow's Light: Chapter 1 by JMHomon
The fog is deep. It surrounds me in a hundred-foot radius like the walls of an arena. Through it, I can make out the silhouettes of skeletal trees placed here and there around me. A warm wind blows through the area, causing the blades of grass to start tickling at my ankles. The moon is hanging high in the sky, casting a red glow over the field. The whole area appears so surreal, as if it were just perfect for what was about to happen.
I barely notice any of it. My eyes are fixed on the person in front of me. Homura now stands before me, her whole body just itching to fight. I can feel it emanating from her; passion, desire, adrenaline, all coming forth in the form of purest energy. She must have been waiting for this for a long time. I can’t say I blame her; I’ve been looking forward to this moment myself for longer than I can remember.
“Asuka,” Homura be