The Blazing Fighting Spirit
Masaru sighed as he walked through the Deserted Scrublands. It truly was a barren sight. A sense of guilt came over him as his responsibilities around the PWF had disappeared. Priorities that he considered "out of this world" came around, but even then he liked to walk around, even here, to see if he was needed.
"Damn Nightwalkers. If this war keeps up, the entire federation will crumble around us like these scrublands. To think it was so green before too." Masaru contemplated his decisions. Should he seek out the Nightwalkers or should he wait for them to come to him? It was only a matter of time. Vice Captain or not, he was still proud to be an Elite Four member. But he doubted his strength.
Courage is the magic that turns dreams into reality.
