Spa Town Crawl [Chili]

Having been determined to catch up to Kanna drink-wise, Chili had downed several drinks and finally won against his enhanced metabolism. He was toasted, unable to walk much of a straight line, and he had chosen to purchase a lone fifth of rum to take for the trip.

The walk to the casino was quick, or at least it felt like it. At least Chili's assumption had been correct, as Kanna herself exclaimed confirmation once she spotted the casino sign. Once inside, things had transpired in a rather quick blur. Chili was still coherent enough to remember some of what had happened since they entered the casino.

After test-playing a few different games, Kanna and he had settled on partaking in craps when about fifteen minutes in, a gentleman approached with a small invitation. Someone had issued a fight request for the pettiest reason.

Apparently, Kanna had bumped into a V.I.P. member at some point as they were playing craps. She had overextended on her dice throw and ended up stumbling into him. Her horns poked him barely. Apparently, this man had taken offense to that and had gone to get his bodyguard before issuing a fight request.

That is how Chili and Kanna had found themselves on the opposite end of the fighting pit, an eight-foot deep, fifteen-foot long, fifteen-foot wide literal pit.

Getting down the latter was interesting, especially with the amount of alcohol in his system and only having one free hand since the other one still had the bottle of rum in it.

Once inside the "ring" Chili took another long swig out of the bottle before he turned to listen to Kanna. When he understood she had no idea what was going on, Chili sobered up a little, and then, before he could answer, the bell dinged.

In one energetic line, Chili alerted Kanna, "We are in a fight! Those guys versus us!"

Then the darkly tanned giant bodyguard rushed him while the potato V.I.P. darted for Kanna. Chili didn't have much time to process as he saw the glint of a blade. Chili narrowly avoided an upward swipe from a large machete with a last-second side step and ninety-degree bodily rotation to the left.

Time seemed to slow as the blade crossed dangerously close to his face. His eyes narrowing, Chili deftly delivered a devastating front kick to the bodyguard's inner right knee. As the man cried out in pain and went to fall to his knees, Chili caught him mid-decent with a follow-up right hook.

Blood spurted from the guard's mouth, and a sickening pop rang out as his jaw dislocated. His lips mushed into his teeth as he slammed into the ground from the force of Chili's punch. To the guy's credit, he did manage to roll with the momentum and ended up back on his feet.  

As the guard took a defensive stance, Chili was regaining his footing, having put more force into his punch than he meant to had sent him stumbling a couple of steps.

Chili knew the fight wouldn't stop, and using weapons was not against the rules. However, it was still a punk move. The bodyguard was tough. Out of Chili's peripheral, he watched the man shove his jaw back into place. However, dude had picked the wrong person to fight.

A smirk came across Chili's lips as he took the opportunity to watch Kanna fight. Chili took a swig from his rum as he partook in seeing her fight for the first time since they met.
The guard glowered at Chili, who blatantly ignored him to watch the other two tussle.

The guard never left Chili's side view. If the man made a move, it wouldn't end well for him.

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"A fight?!"

She had no memory of how this happened. One moment she was flinging some dice, the next she was here. The blur of colors in between eluded her for the moment, but she really didn't have much time to ponder. Potato man was clunking his meaty hands together and stomping toward her, sporting a smug snarl. "N-No... wait!"

Kanna started off by twirling around the arena, alternating between drunken giggles and panic. "I don-... I don't fiiiight!" she fretted on the verge of tears, and thus far that seemed true. The potato man, who currently looked quite literally like a freakishly large one to the demoness, kept lunging at her and swatting around, either trying to catch her or hit her. He wasn't god's gift to speed, and the horned girl had no trouble dodging him. She was actually quite swift, even when she was wobbly. It was almost as if she was dancing, though it was very much unintentional.

Everything changed when Chili's opponent produced a weapon and she smelled blood. Even though the blood wasn't even Chili's, something in her brain simply switched. It was abrupt. Her seemingly accidental evasion of the stocky man turned much more purposeful as she sprung right at him. Above him, in fact. Her legs were quite powerful. "Move," she said coldly, kicking off of his shoulder-- he slammed forward and faceplanted onto the ground-- and soaring over him to the taller, darker man glaring at the blond.

She was fast. In a blink, she'd materialized between her friend and his foe, dwarfed but unfazed. Her eyes were sharp and crimson in hue. An icy, threatening aura wafted around her as if oozing from her pores, and for the first time since Chili had met her, her attitude matched her horns. This wasn't a healer. This was a demon, one that had lost just a little of her finely tuned control over her violent genes, but wasn't gone entirely. She wanted to protect her friend... by really hurting the man attacking him.

It wasn't really that she thought Chili needed her help. She wasn't really thinking at all. It was instinct, but it was good to know her instincts, even when forsaking her sensibilities, still sided with protection. Aggressive protection.

Her leg whipped out in front of her suddenly and her foot collided with her enemy's chest, push kicking him. The force simultaneously caved him in and rocketed him across the pit and into the fence.

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Chili felt a mixture of emotions when he witnessed Kanna move like a whirlwind, and in a blink, she downed both opponents without much effort. Chili had not had someone be protective of him since his parents. It was odd, having someone who cared to watch your back, but it brought a certain warmth to his chest.

He had figured she was able to handle herself, considering her heritage. He believed she chose to be peaceful, and his hunch was correct. By gods, though, it was a delight to see; not only could she handle herself, but she could give him a run for his money.

A smirk broke across his face as her kick sent the bodyguard flying! "Damn, Kanna, you just knocked that dude the fuck out." Chili laughed

His levity; was short-lived as a gunshot reverberated off the pit walls; Chili's eyes narrowed as a bullet whizzed dangerously close to Kanna's head.

In the minute time that Chili had commented on Kanna's ass-kicking;
the potato man had stood up from his face plant, his nose broken and gushing blood from the sheer force he was slammed into the ground with. In his hands was what appeared to be a small magnum.

Chili had lost everyone close to him and spent most of his years as a traveling hermit, keeping to himself and only interacting when required.

Kanna was the first person he'd had to call a friend in a long time; when the vivid image of her getting hit by the bullet instead crossed his mind, Chili's expression became a calm smile, his eyes cold as the flame in front of his forehead became larger and more sporadic. His reasoning flew out the window.

As the stalky V.I.P. took aim again, this time yelling as he did, "You freaking half demon-filth! I'm going to kill you!"

Chili stepped in the way of his aim, his smile getting a bit wider. Turning into a Cheshire cat grin. Speaking his tone eerily stoic, Chili started walking closer, even as the iron-fisted individual began to shoot at him.

"You know it's funny how you insult her. All things considered."

A bullet hit Chili in his shoulder, digging through his flesh but going no further as his concrete-like bones stopped it from going any further. His healing already starting to push the bullet out as his meat rebuilt itself.

"You call her filth, yet how many people have you killed due to small incidents such as the one that occurred tonight?"

After another shot and another hit, this one to the lower left abdomen, Chili walked it off. Low-caliber weapons were never that effective against him. If it didn't blow a giant hole in him or dismember a limp, most weapons didn't deal the necessary amount of damage to his body to make his healing factor obsolete.

The man started to take steps backward as he continued to unload the remaining bullets in Chili's direction. Two shots were a miss. However, the last and final bullet hit Chili in the center of his forehead, causing his head to rock backward.

A look of relief appeared on the sleazebag's face for a split second. And then was swiftly replaced by a look of absolute horror as Chili's head came to rest normally on his shoulders, his hollow eyes staring dead into his opponent's, the grin still on his face.

"M-m-monster!" The V.I.P. squealed as Chili closed the final distance between them. Snatching the man by his left shoulder and grabbing him tightly, Chili never broke eye contact with the low life. The bullet in his head popped from the spot it had hit and plinked to the ground.

Chuckling, Chili coldly spoke the last words the man would hear, "We may be a demon and monster, but we are more human than those who share a morality such as yours could comprehend."

In a blink, Chili gripped the man's hand holding the gun and forced it to move the barrel up underneath the man's chin, and before his scream could fully form in his throat, Chili made him pull the trigger, emptying the last bullet up into the potato's skull.

Blood sprayed out and upward, some of it splattering onto Chili as he let go of the potato's arm and let the lifeless corpse fall to the ground.

With the main guy dead, the bodyguard unconscious and in need of medical attention, they had won. The crowd went wild, cheering for them. Chili hesitantly walked over to Kanna, his eyes once again bright and expressive; instead of hollow. Concern was evident within them as he approached.

"Kanna, are you okay?" He asked, his voice once again warm and friendly. He was sure she was fine physically. However, he wished to see if she was okay emotionally; after having shown a side of herself to him, he assumed she had wanted to keep hidden.

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What happened after her kick was confusing to her. At first, she just felt shame for letting that side out, but it was quickly eclipsed by the rapid developments.

Though she was soft-hearted, being called filth and any slur combination of half and demon weren't unfamiliar. Her own people had been quite cruel and violent toward her because of her unnatural heritage. They'd tried to kill her a few times. Though her horns weren't always met with such disdain outside of Sin, it was still there depending on the person or the town, sometimes even the situation alone. People were quick to turn on each other when things took disadvantageous turns. Kanna rarely blamed them for such things.

The gunshot had scared her, though. The first one had been so close that it grazed her temple, bringing the blood. The following ones even more as they struck her friend again and again and she momentarily fought between her protective rage and her regained sense of self and restraint. However, it turned out she didn't need to protect him. Or maybe that wasn't right, maybe she should have stepped in sooner to save him from himself, because what she witnessed next brought her to her knees.

Kanna was hopelessly drunk, but alcohol hadn't changed who she was at her core. Fighting was one thing, but killing was another. Just because someone wanted to or tried to kill someone didn't give that person the right to kill them instead, did it?

By the time Chili returned to the version of himself she knew and turned to her, tears cascaded from her blue eyes. The tears the demoness had cried earlier in the evening paled in comparison to the unfettered sobs. They weren't just sad, but also a little angry. Shocked. Miserable. She might have forgotten herself for a moment and kicked a couple of people, but even if her body and mind belonged to demons, her heart was that of a healer, through and through. A healer who didn't want anyone or anything to die, as misguided and idealistic as that may be. Kanna thought there was always another option, always another choice, even if it was the harder one.

Even though Chili's life had been at risk and she'd almost met her own end with a bullet through her head, she still couldn't justify what she'd just witnessed from her friend. Not that she'd do anything about it. Violence would only perpetuate more violence. How had she forgotten that? It made her never want to take another drink for the rest of her life.

Had that been her fault in the end? It felt that way.

"Did... did he have to die?" she asked through her sobs, her hands covering her face. Oh, she felt sick to her stomach, yet she couldn't stop peeking at the body that no amount of her magic would raise again.

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Her question and sobbing made Chili pause; he inwardly flinched as he saw all the emotions cascading behind her blue irises. He had caused this, and the regret he felt was instant. He didn't regret killing the bastard. However, causing her any distress was not his goal, and the part of him that cared generated an ache in his heart at seeing Kanna so distraught.

He knew Kanna was a kind-hearted soul who abhorred the taking of a life; he was the opposite, a killer. His eyes shone with melancholiness as a soft, tired smile came to his features.

"That's a complex question; depending on who you ask, the answer may vary from person to person. Kind-hearted and caring people, such as yourself, would most likely say no, he didn't have to." Chili expressed his words carefully, his tone calm and resolute. However, a hint of woe was laced within them.

"I, on the other hand, would say yes. That was a man who seemed filled with hatred and a disregard for the lives of others. You bumped into him by accident Kanna, and he was going to shoot you for it. I had no qualms about killing him at that point. Not to mention an observer of our fight was hit by one of the ricocheting stray bullets." Ceasing for a moment to assemble his train of thought, Chili glanced up to see that he was correct; someone had been hit.

Knowing that Kanna would doubtlessly go to assist the injured individual. Chili returned his gaze to her and continued.

"Kanna, if more people were like you and less hateful and power-hungry, this world would be amazing. However, the pitiful truth is there are people in this world who take great pleasure and rewards from causing death and destruction. They thrive on things much more twisted and cruel than murder. They will never change. Sometimes the only way to save lives and protect what you care about is to kill. That's how I see the world."

Another small pause. Chili had a little difficulty being this open to someone in such a long time.

"However, that's why I'm grateful that you don't. You are a sincere and sympathetic person to your core; who wants to help as many as she can. Don't consider that even for a second I think you should change. Yet someone would kill you and others like you for the pettiest of reasons, and I am unwavering in my conviction that the lives of those who have such high regard for all life are more deserving of living than those who see other people's lives as nothing more than a thing that's fun to snuff out."

His tired smile became remorseful as he said his final sentence, "I know I'm a murderer, which makes me no different than the many whom I've taken the lives of; what does make me different is the why. I know why I kill, and now you do too. I will understand; if you wish to no longer be in my company, all you have to do is say. As for this man's death, Kanna, don't put the blame on yourself. I chose to do what I did. You have no control over my actions as much as anyone else's, and if you can't find a rational reason to blame yourself, then is it really your fault? Now go help the bystander who got hit. I'll be right behind you."

With his expression of his inner thoughts over, all Chili could do was wait and see how things transpired next.

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So, they stood at a fundamental impasse. Kanna already knew that from their first meeting, but it didn’t keep it from being a sobering reminder that her views were at odds with everybody’s. It was so lonely. Always had been, but she hoped one day it wouldn’t be. It’d be worth it, though, wouldn’t it?

As was Kanna’s way, she deflected her grief and anger away from her friend and to a broader scope, to the world’s condition instead. As she never failed to do, the demoness forgave. Specifically, Chili. He was just another she intended to save. Everyone got a million chances. It was always okay. What happened happened. It wasn’t his fault. He was right in that this world and its people were built for wickedness and murder, but that was exactly why she wanted to change it. Unlike her companion and all other killers, she believed all people were capable of change, it just took finding the right catalysts. All that change was still on the horizon, so things like this would sadly still happen— even if she hated it— until then. If she couldn’t convince Chili, how could she convince the whole world?

Sometimes it felt impossible. Too heavy. Depressing. Kanna, though fierce and stubborn in doing well, wasn’t so dumb that she ignored how close her dream danced with doom. If it was doomed, though, then so was she— just like everyone else. She’d do her best until then. She’d see it as a challenge to rise to and overcome!

Over the course of his explanation, her saddened eyes shifted from the body, to Chili, to the person he informed her was hurt. The change was immediate, from anguished to dutiful. Right, it was time to focus on what could be helped instead of what was already done. The medic couldn’t crumble on the battlefield. There was someone who needed healing. The pale bluette stood and quickly wiped her own tears with the backs of her hands.

“I’ll change it all, you’ll see,” she sniffled, though her expression was determined. Her gaze was steady when it returned to Chili; kind, soft, but burdened. “If I just work harder, no more families will have to suffer losing a loved one to twisted selfishness. If I can fix things, you won’t have to kill anymore. No one will have to murder,” Kanna vowed, the death of their attacker triggering her still-raw grief over her mother’s murder. Her plight was selfless, but also deeply personal. She’d shoulder all of the blame until then, even if it was unhealthy and beat her down. If she’d been better, done more, worked faster, this man might not have had to die. It wasn’t enough to help as many as she could. Kanna wanted to help everyone. Besides, her drunken carelessness had started this and it sat heavy in her gut.

“You can do what you have to do until then.”

Doing as she was told, the horned girl walked off to meet up with the injured audience member, promptly explaining her intentions before carefully erasing the wound. Helping the bystander couldn’t erase the rest, though. Kanna was still obviously feeling rough by the time she was finished. She returned to Chili, her hands white-knuckled in their anxious clasp. “Can we go get some air?” she asked timidly, but it was more of a plea. Her skin had turned a whiter shade of pale, and she seemed to be teetering on the cusp of either being sick or passing out.

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Chili was aware that he was not a good person. Well, at most, that's what he had convinced himself of. He knew his views on the world clashed with many who believed in a better way. However, that was not the case from his perspective. He didn't feel at odds with anyone who was a dreamer over their worldview. In fact, the opposite was true; he wanted the way heroes and saints saw the world to be true. He had seen death and despair for too long and desperately wanted the world to be different. Sadly, the world itself; was not a dream, and reality was harsh and cruel.

The pain in Kanna's eyes at his words, as if she thought he found her ideals a problem, bothered him deeper than he was comfortable expressing. Chili gritted his teeth in pure frustration at himself as Kanna made her way to help the bystander.

His inner thoughts stirred as she went about healing the man.

"Did you have to kill him?" his inner voice echoed within

"He would have tyrannized others the moment he recovered; some people never grow," Chili responded.

"They can never grow if not given the proper chance and guidance," His conscience responded, "If you were true to what you say, then you would find a way."

Chili felt a shiver of sin run up his spine as his own inner voice detonated a sudden realization upon him. He had bettered himself since the incident that had made him retire for four years; however, he had now realized his error.

His reckless abandon had cost the lives of hundreds of innocent souls; that stain would forever remain with his soul. He had thought that tempering his anger only towards those who were monsters would be right. Now it seemed he was wrong. He had met real evil, and ever since then, his wrath had blinded him. Much as it had blinded him now. In his rage, he convicted those who were just mere bullies as no more deserving of mercy than true evil.

When these base hoodlums were nothing more than lost individuals in need of guidance.

"Guidance you and your new partner could give; all you have to do is help her." That inner voice of his rang out.

Chili hung his head; he had gone on this big speech about his views, and while he still believed that true evil deserved to be snuffed out at the source, he now realized that his way of doing things needed to change.

All it took was making his only friend break down. Someone he wanted nothing but happiness for, he had caused to cry. Her words had shaken him too. The determination and sadness behind her declaration made him question his world views. Followed by her last sentence, which; for some reason, struck him to the core.

"I'm not a good person, am I?" Chili chuckled wryly to himself, his question more to the wind than anything; whether it was heard by anyone was unknown to him. As the realization that he had made no real progress in all the time he's spent attempting to be better.

Kanna reappearing in front of him snapped him out of his self-loathing thoughts. Her plea to get air caused Chili to flinch internally again, seeing how much distress this had caused her driving a dagger into his un-beating heart.

A smile reflecting a broken happiness came across his features as his irises swam with sorrow. Chili offered Kana a hand and said, "I have just the place in mind to get some air."

If Kanna took his hand, Chili would use his Abyssal powers to teleport the two to a location best fit to get some air, see the fireworks, and have some privacy to talk.

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Kanna took his hand and still would have even if the room hadn't started spiraling out of control. Though she was normally gentle, the urgency weighted her grip as she leaned toward him. Her hearts were beating too fast. Of course, she was trying to keep it together so she wouldn't worry anyone, especially not Chili. She measured her breaths, though it felt like there wasn't enough air in the whole universe for her greedy lungs. It was hard to hide the trembling in her limbs and lips, but she did so with all her might. Whether it was just the shock of the death, the souring of drinks in her stomach, or the beginning of a panic attack, she didn't know. It was hard to pinpoint just what of the many things could be triggering her right now, but she trusted him to help her either way.

A blink's time later, they were away from the oppressive scene. She no longer felt like the spirit of the dead man (or her mother) was standing on her shoulders demanding answers. The demon girl stumbled forward a couple of paces, leaning her head back and gulping down some of the open night air.

Within a few minutes of grateful gasps, her physical symptoms started to alleviate. Though the heaviness remained in her chest, she no longer felt sick or dizzy. The chill in the air was enough to ground her in the present. The rabble of party-goers in the distance quieted her thoughts. Kanna did her best to let the negativity go and reset. It didn't do anyone any good to dwell on it. It could haunt her later, likely in her sleep with the rest of the horrors someone as soft as she collected.

When she turned to face Chili, the color had largely returned to her features and her smile had returned. The kindness in the demoness wouldn't allow her to think any less of Chili, so it was almost like it had never happened. She'd remember it, but it didn't concern her friend. "Thank you," she sighed, only now taking a moment to peer around their new surroundings. "Where are we?"

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They were on a lone lush green hilltop just outside the city. A massive dogwood grew at the precipice. A gentle and warm breeze made the grass sway, the limps of the tree dancing to the natural tune of nature. The fireworks were planned to be launched near the edge of the town to keep potential fire hazards to a minimum. The hilltop conveniently was along the same edge as the launching ground.

The elegant night sky hung overhead, a sparkling abyss of endless beauty.

A deep and weary sigh left Chili's lips as he allowed his thoughts to form coherent words.

As he resolved to be prepared to commit to his words, Chili let a wry chuckle leave his lips, his own arrogance and ignorance bitterly amusing him.

"I give a whole indignant speech, and in the end, I find myself absurdly wrong," Chili spoke calmly with wistfully sad humor to his tone, a tired smile on his face as he looked up at the stars. "I've been so blinded by my hatred that I didn't see it till now."

Bringing his gaze to meet Kanna's, those spectacular ever-changing irises boring into his soul. Chili's irises swam with years of regret, an appropriate addition to the sinisterly sorrowful smile on his face, "I've been killing people who didn't deserve to die."

Dropping to a sitting position. Chili's right hand came up to cover his eyes as another curt laugh left his lips, the pain welling up. "I thought I had changed for the better, but it was all just a self-induced delusion."

"And in my delusion, I caused you, a friend, such pain, such distress. I've disgusted myself." Another self-despising laugh echoed from his lips as Chili's thoughts from before raced in his head.

After a few moments, his hand came down from his face, and Chili's eyes were filled with a new determination. His voice carried the same strength as his gaze.

"I can't keep going like this; I need to change. I want to change. For myself and so I can be a better companion for you." A pause came as Chili felt a pang of fear of rejection to his following question; however, he continued not letting that stop him.

"Kanna, I know it's selfish of me to ask; may I request your help to be a better person?"

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Kanna had been afraid that she'd thrown her friend into a fit of self loathing, which was never her intention with anyone. Nothing constructive came from it. There was possibly no one within a hundred miles more selfless and good intentioned than the demonness. She knelt down near Chili as he dropped into a sit, her hands clasped tightly in her lap.

However, in the end, she saw a glimmer of hope instead. Was this it? Was the very thing she was hoping to accomplish in her life actually happening right now? Though she was sad that her friend was going through it about the incident, it seemed he'd had an epiphany. Her words had sparked some something good! It was one thing to idealize something like this happening, but seeing it unfold before her confirmed she was on the right path and that it was possible, even if it was one person at a time. It was a step in the right direction!

Chili wanted to change!

"Yes!" Kanna nearly exploded into rainbows and sparkles. The oppressive sickness that had gripped her only moments before evaporated like it was never there. "Of course, I'll help! This is what I live for! Oh, Chili, I'm so happy," she smiled, optimistic determination reviving deep in her soul. They could be determined together. Her hands reached for his. "It won't be easy, but nothing worth doing ever is. And this is so worth it!"

There would be countless, possibly unending moments of pain and many mistakes all around, but it was still worth it. It'd always be worth it for the chance of making the world a better place.

"I'll do my best. You're the first person so far willing to give it a try. We'll be learning together, okay? A lot of things are still new to me, so I might mess up, too. But it's what happens after the mistakes that matters most."

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The relaxed sway of the tree limbs overhead the both of them. Along with the calm breeze rustling the leaves into a soft serenade, adding to the moment's oddly serene atmosphere. As Kanna's face exploded into a sparkling smile, she eclaimed her response.

Her words of acceptance washed over Chili's very soul, bringing relief with it. He felt his anxiety disappear, and mirth replaced it. As she reached for his hands, Chili let the demoness' action go unhindered.

Seeing her face light up, Chili couldn't help the grin that spread across his features. A chuckle leaving his lips at her enthusiasm, Chili intently listened to all she had to say.

His grin grew wider as she declared nothing worth doing was easy, and she was correct, more than she was aware. It took a change of perception for him to understand those words; he had been giving up on the thing worth doing this entire time.

Chili felt a bit of sympathy as she admitted that he was the first one willing to give it a try, a murderer, a man on a crusade, being the first one to accept her help. There was a bittersweet cosmic comedic irony to that.

As Kanna finished her sentence, Chili nodded in affirmation before he spoke, "You are right; from here on out, we'll be learning together. Whatever mistakes may come, we'll weather those together as well."

Chili gave her a grin as he let the peace of the moment settle around him. For the first time in a long time, he felt like he had taken a step in a righteous direction.

It was then that a sudden explosion sounded off in the starry sky, followed by a cavalcade of vibrant colors. The fireworks show had begun, and soon, a cacophony of brilliant and beautiful colors and designs lit up the night.

Chili felt content to sit there, under the tree, and watch the shower of colors with Kanna. "No better way to celebrate committing to change than that," Chili remarked to himself, a smile unburdened and weightless on his face.

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