HOSHINO CHRONICLES

: Sora's

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. His terminal screen still flickers with fragments of the corrupted drone data, but his focus is elsewhere. The image of t

estions. What were those images that flashed through his mind during the patrol? Why did the girl

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t it sends a chill down his spine. His chest ti

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room dissolve entirely. The cold, lifeless air is rep

alien. The air carries the mingling scents of blooming roses and freshly cut grass. Rays of sunlight str

ained. Young Sora, no more than ten years old, stands barefoot on the soft gras

s, his voice bri

gle, light and teasing.

across the garden, her laughter ringing like music. Her dress, simple y

and hedges, his small hands brushing past petals and leaves. His pul

ting at something just beneath the surface. She turns her head s

says, her voice fill

e her. Their shoulders brush, and an unspoken bon

pers, her tone hu

racefully through the water. Its scales shimmer in the sunli

Sora says, his v

reflecting the sunlight. "So are yo

her, startled. She blushes deeply, her cheeks t

lls over her shoulder, dashin

flection staring back at him. A warmth fills his ches

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against gravel pierces the tranquility of the garden. A shadow falls over S

his tailored suit, and his expression is a mask of cold a

oice sharp and commanding.

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argument. His eyes shift to Aiko, who has frozen i

Daichi says, his words laced

ting under the weight of his gaze. Her small frame

. "Father, she's my friend," he protests, hi

owing. "You are a Hoshino. You do not lower yourself to their l

gaze for a fleeting moment before she's led away by one of the household staff. Her eyes

heavy with authority. "You have responsibilities, Sora.

ora standing alone by the pond. The koi fish circles lazily i

the feelings swirling within him. For the first time, the weight of his family's expecta

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gasps for air, clutching the edge of his desk for support as the last remnants of

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though fragmented, is undeniable. She wasn't just a fleeting part of

emotions crashing over him. Who is Aiko to

inal. If the Unity Network could suppress memor

ears, a spark of rebell

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to control, suppress, and erase unwanted thoughts. What if this

over the keys. He begins sifting through encrypted files, searching for anything-any tra

each denial fueling his resolve. The Unity Network, once a sy

the cracks in the world he's known all his life. And in those cracks, he se

indow, gazing out at the city below, the spa