The world, quieted down, only the continuous patter of rain pounding on eardrums.
The entire stadium was stunned, cheers and shouts stuck in throats, blankly watching this scene, completely losing the ability to react——
A dark blue figure recklessly charged, colliding with the white lightning in a desperate embrace.
That white hue broke free from gravity's grasp, swept into the rain mist, where turbulent waves quickly spun around, all the colors blurred together.
Yet, he didn't give up, didn't fall, merely relying on his toes to touch the ground, seemingly flying on grass and gliding on water, continuing forward against all odds.
Stumbling, staggering, possibly disappearing into the storm at any moment, but the kite string tenaciously pulled, stretched to the limit without breaking, tightly holding the kite, traversing through the storm and rain, sometimes flying, sometimes rushing, inertia and speed fully fused together.
