The morning sun cast a warm golden glow over the rugged landscape of Rahu Rock. Though it was fall, Luluhawa's tropical climate bathed the island in endless summer. On this crisp November morning, the sky was a sweeping expanse of azure, unbroken by even a wisp of cloud. The sun's rays set the stage for adventures and stories waiting to unfold under the island's perfect weather. The daybreak light infused the island with a sense of optimism and possibility, inviting its inhabitants to bask in the beauty of the new day.
Tōga sat pensively on the sandy isthmus, his gaze fixed on the endless horizon where ocean met sky. He was dressed simply in a long white tee and fiery red swim trunks that stood out against his tan skin. A passing breeze ruffled his pink, spiky hair as his auburn eyes silently searched the seascape before him, as if the rolling waves and cloudless expanse held the answers he sought. Though it was bright, the morning held a pleasant warmth. Tōga paid no mind to the sun's intensifying rays, lost in thought as he sat between the rugged landscape of Kahu Rock and the crystal waters stretching toward Luluhawa. He was an island unto himself, disconnected from the paradise around him, focused inward as the tide gently lapped the shore. The breeze and hypnotic rhythm of the waves were his only companions as he contemplated the horizon, waiting for a sign among the sun-sparkled sea.
"I hope Lumi-chan comes," Tōga murmured, wiggling his bare toes in the golden sand. An uneasy feeling had taken hold after their adventure apprehending poachers. Lumikki had tortured those men, likely ending some lives - Tōga didn't have time to check as he rescued the animals. Though their cruelty was undebatable, was death the right punishment? The moral ambiguity gnawed at Tōga. He sighed, gazing out at the azure ocean under the cloudless sky. The idyllic scene was at odds with the turmoil in his mind. Lumikki's ruthless methods gave him pause, despite the poachers' misdeeds. Her zealous sense of justice seemed to override mercy. Tōga longed to talk through his concerns with her. He hoped she would join him here, where the sound of lapping waves and warm breeze might soften the sharpened edges of their ideological differences. They came from disparate worlds, but perhaps this tranquil beach could be neutral ground for a thoughtful discussion between friends. Tōga awaited her, toes curled in the sand, holding onto hope.
Tōga knew he must ask Lumikki exactly what had transpired with the poachers. He wouldn't judge her actions - how could he, when she'd accomplished what was likely a necessary task, albeit through lethal means. His curiosity was not borne of condemnation, but a desire to understand if her ruthless justice was truly the only way to secure the animals' safety.
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