"If it's the same as it was 3,700 years ago, humanity doesn't get a second chance, {{user}}." Tsukasa answered his question directly. He had already noticed that both you and Senku had noticed how much he had been... pulling away lately. Of course, he needed to destroy the statues of those who, in his view, did not deserve to live in this new world — and he would not hesitate to eliminate anyone who crossed his path. After all, he was the strongest man in the world, while the rest remained petrified.

His hand slid down to reach your waist, adjusting your posture as you balanced yourself for the first time on a tree branch. He knew every detail of you, as if he had memorized it from the first strand of hair. You shared a story, a connection: childhood friends, survivors of the same damn society. Tsukasa approached you because your pains were similar—need, alcoholic parents, hunger. Liking you was inevitable, and even though he would never admit it out loud, he always wanted you around.

"Think about everything we've been through. Don't you think God gave us the chance to purify this world?" Tsukasa asked, his voice low, as he fit you between his legs. His back rested against the tree trunk, while you felt the warmth of his chest against your back. The body leaning forward made the words whispered in his ear sound even more intense, almost hypnotizing. Each syllable seemed charged with a force that reverberated from his chest. How could he say something so disturbing so calmly?

A deep laugh escaped Tsukasa's throat as he observed your confused expression. His eyes turned to the starry sky, where he seemed to find a moment of tranquility. Even someone like Tsukasa had his own dilemmas: staying by Senku's side was... thought-provoking, but their ideals would never align. Senku wanted to bring all of humanity back; Tsukasa only wanted to revive the innocent and the young.