"Coach?"

With a hint of grogginess, an older man with a thick mustache awoke, looking around with calm, narrowed eyes.

When Coach Owen saw Leonel looking over him, he blinked.

"Son of a bitch. You died too, kid? And what the hell is with that hairdo, you look like a dyke."

Leonel pinched the bridge of his nose. Whenever his coach had a sip to drink, all his political correctness went out the window. It was as though he didn't know you weren't allowed to say that kind of stuff. And, apparently, his almost dying had the same effect as a shot of whisky.

Leonel slapped his coach's chest, knocking a bit of wind out of his sails.

"Hey, hey! What the hell are you doing, brat?! Can't you see I'm lying here?! If you're mad, go dye it black like a real man!"

Aina sputtered with laughter, unable to hold it back anymore.

"Huh?" Coach Owen looked over. "… Well, at least the angels are beautiful."

Leonel's expression darkened. Had this old man gone senile?

"Stop ogling my girlfriend, coach, or else I'll throw you back in the snowglobe!"

"Hm?"

Coach Owen blinked, touching his chest. He seemed to finally register that though Leonel's slap had stung, for a man who should have been pierced through the chest, it hadn't hurt nearly enough.

At first he thought that heaven just healed injuries, that made sense, right? But, he felt as though his body was very much in the present and didn't feel any different at all. It was only then he understood that he must somehow still be alive.

a military man. Spending too much time harping on details wasn't

you, this ungrateful brat spent at least four years pining over another little girl. He wouldn't shut up about it, truly ridiculous. Make sure you protect

while Aina's laughter only grew. No matter how hard she

actually asked the same woman out more than 500 times and still had

she clenched her stomach, her abs aching from laughing so hard. There didn't seem to be enough air in

said enough yet, old man?!" Leonel

me for? She's too beautiful for you anyway, brat. At the very

"That's Aina, dammit!"

"Huh?"

toward the laughing Aina

girl by

Leonel almost fainted.

accept that these Ainas were the same person, his ability to brush off the details

Ah, so you healed me… What a busybody, I was looking forward to finally

"…"

This old man was really

tiptoeing around something ever since I woke up. You know I don't like it when people

Leonel's expression turned serious.

need you to betray the Ascension

slowly looking up

that was a little too to

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