Just before Munakata left, Shiro called out to him from atop the stairs. The man before him was in charge of the Dresden Slate in place of the Gold King. “Is that a problem?” Not really, but Shiro left that unsaid. “How much do you know about the Slates?” “Nowhere near as much as you, Silver King.” Fantastic. Shiro listened to this man, as haughty as he had been the last time he and Shiro exchanged words, stood and explained himself. No doubt, the Blue King was the only one within any proper control of the Slate at this point in time. That said... “Are you trying to become the second Daikaku Kokujoji?” Suddenly, the man had nothing to say, so Shiro went on. “If you don't mind, please allow me to help you watch over the Sla--” …show more content…
His mind blanked, and the past painted over the present. The voice – his voice, once claiming things were 'over' for him, and the voice of his old friend admonishing his cowardice. He only watched the Blue King walk out the school doors without another word. When he finally did, it felt like the air was breathable once more. Without that distracting presence, he became more aware of the peanut gallery not far from him. Beside himself, Shiro smiled. “Guess I had that coming, right Kuro?” “You knew we were here?” Well it wasn't hard to notice