Kojiro looked up at Rin and nodded, then back at Isoroku, "That's right. We all had the same dream! On the same night. An d last night we all had another strange dream... It may not have been about the Velvet Room, but I guarantee to you they are connected."
He stretched his hands across the desk as he spoke, "Come on, Isoroku! You're a genius! This is no coincidence! Think about the dream, didn't you feel like there were other people there with you in the room! Maybe there were? Maybe that was us! I mean you, me, and Rin all suddenly just start hanging out together, all of experience the same weird things. This s fate!"
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There came a knock at the door. As if there weren't enough troubles today already. He was ready to tell the intruder to dismiss themselves as he swung open the door, but he hesitated. Standing there was a young man in tradition attire, holding a set of long spears. It was intriguing. So much so that he reached up and rubbed his beard.
It was a little long today. He did not have time to properly trim it this morning before his reckless grandson called to inform him he had severely injured himself. In fact, he had only had time to through an old, but still expensive and well kept, suit and meet his personal doctor in the parking lot of the school. he had almost forgotten his cane in all the rush. Though it was only for show, he stood perfectly strait as always. Now he stood at the door while the man tended to Takuya.
He finally stopped studying the young man at the door and spoke, "May we help you?" Grandfather Mori asked.
He stretched his hands across the desk as he spoke, "Come on, Isoroku! You're a genius! This is no coincidence! Think about the dream, didn't you feel like there were other people there with you in the room! Maybe there were? Maybe that was us! I mean you, me, and Rin all suddenly just start hanging out together, all of experience the same weird things. This s fate!"
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There came a knock at the door. As if there weren't enough troubles today already. He was ready to tell the intruder to dismiss themselves as he swung open the door, but he hesitated. Standing there was a young man in tradition attire, holding a set of long spears. It was intriguing. So much so that he reached up and rubbed his beard.
It was a little long today. He did not have time to properly trim it this morning before his reckless grandson called to inform him he had severely injured himself. In fact, he had only had time to through an old, but still expensive and well kept, suit and meet his personal doctor in the parking lot of the school. he had almost forgotten his cane in all the rush. Though it was only for show, he stood perfectly strait as always. Now he stood at the door while the man tended to Takuya.
He finally stopped studying the young man at the door and spoke, "May we help you?" Grandfather Mori asked.