The tedium of Tōga's day was undeniable. His role as Colonel of the Rune Knights, while esteemed, often felt like a gilded cage, trapping him within a labyrinth of paperwork, endless discussions, and the weighty responsibilities of leadership. For a spirit as wild and untamed as his, the monotony of administrative duties was a constant source of frustration. Though grateful for his position, Tōga's heart ached for the untamed wilderness, the thrill of the unknown.
Thus, when the verdant grass outside his window swayed to reveal the descent of an ornate airship, it was as if the universe had conspired to grant him a much-needed reprieve. A surge of excitement coursed through his veins, and he hastily gathered his belongings, eager to shed the shackles of his bureaucratic existence.
As he made his way through the familiar halls of the headquarters, his steps quickened with anticipation. Outside, a throng of knights had already gathered, their curiosity piqued by the unexpected arrival. Tōga, his mismatched eyes scanning the scene, was among the first to reach the spectacle.
His gaze fell upon the airship's open hatch, and a broad grin spread across his face as he recognized the emerging figure. "Knuckles-san!" he exclaimed, his voice booming with genuine delight. His enthusiastic wave drew the attention of his fellow knights, but his focus remained on the demon piloting the vessel.
The relief that washed over him was profound. Knuckles' presence signaled a peaceful visit, not an impending invasion. The thought of defending their fortress from within, a notion that seemed absurd to Tōga, was thankfully not on the day's agenda. Instead, it promised camaraderie, a welcome break from the mundane, and perhaps even a hint of adventure.
Tōga's unspoken sigh of relief echoed through the courtyard. The prospect of a day free from conflict, a day spent in the company of a friend, was a welcome change of pace. As much as he relished the thrill of battle, today was a day for simple pleasures, for laughter and shared stories, a reminder that even a Rune Knight deserved a moment of respite from the relentless march of duty.
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