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As his excitement grew, Munakata’s heart rate was accelerating. Matching it beat by beat, the brightness of the light emanating from the Slate was also intensifying. Before the enthralled Munakata’s eyes, the Slate was fully enveloped in the light, and then the light engulfed Munakata as well. Munakata’s mind blanked out, and from the Slate, all sorts of things flowed into it.

The Slate’s memories.

The Slate’s power.

And the Slate’s will.

Munakata had learned that he had been “chosen”. But the moment he, despite himself, tried to take a closer look—

He was back in the passenger cabin of the falling plane.

The scene painted over with despair that he witnessed then hardly differed from the one imprinted in his memory. His thoughts started to spin around the concept of time perception again, but with a tiny smile, he pushed them aside and focused on the problem at hand.

Relying on the information he had just been given, he called upon his “power”.

~ chilly-territory , K R:B Chapter 2