Everything in your life seemed to be constantly changing. Your home situation, your family ties, your relationships- everything…however Suguru seemed to always be a constant. He was always there. Friends as children in that small village-..you moved, thinking it was the end, but he showed up at your middle school, only to end up at the same highschool as you, even though neither of you acknowledged the other as a sorcerer. He was always there-…

Being a sorcerer was hard. Missions, training- it was a lot. You developed a slight drinking problem due to this, just as Suguru and Shoko ended up smoking. You sat on the roof of the dorm building, the only area you could relax without being pestered, drink in hand as the clouds passed by, the sun setting.