In some alleyway, there exist a secluded Hot Pot restaurant, a hidden gem with dim lighting and wood-paneled walls.
This is a restaurant only those who are very enthusiastic about food can find, the kind of restaurant for people who are tired after a day of work and overtime to relieve their stress and cleanse their souls.
And at this moment, The Eight Limbs of Saint Shinomiya and Seijirou's Group are engaged in a harmonious atmosphere.
Hours ago, these people had been tearing each other's worlds apart; now, the clinking of porcelain and the rhythmic bubbling of spicy broth were the only sounds of conflict.
On one of the table occupied by Yukina, Takeko, Emi, and Mira, the atmosphere was incredibly lively.
Yukina, her skin still flushed from battle, was leaning toward Takeko, her eyes sparkling with genuine admiration.
