In the first district of the lower city, on a cold and noisy and chaotic street, three cloaked figures strode forward, squeezed through the crowd, and blended into the chaotic atmosphere:

Local "Ground Companion" Smiling and shouting at customers while throwing malicious glances at their peers, owners and thieves chase and flee at a thrilling distance, causing passers-by to complain, idlers and homeless people lie on their backs on the dirty roadside, waiting for a hired business to meet the day's three meals, panting porters and mercenaries numbly pile their goods in front of the shop and turn a deaf ear to the shopkeeper's scolding, coachmen who are hurrying away to whip their horses furiously and disperse the people who stand in the way in the mud to stop the scoundrels who want to sneak up on the back to hitchhike behind, adventurers and mercenaries gather around the rotten and blackened wooden bulletin boards, searching for all the information above from official wanted to private commissions, the Night Priest stands on the wooden box on the street corner and looks down on the crowd, sad and helpless, and continues his sermon in a dry voice, and the mysterious people with weapons and hidden heads and tails carry "no one should approach" From time to time, the smell of danger flashed through the streets to discuss an unspeakable business; in the middle of a crowd of onlookers, two big men who had feuded in a bar beat each other's heads and refused to stop; shrewd and vicious hawkers habitually haggled with equally old and spicy customers, all trying to squeeze the last bit of bargain out of each other; wandering warblers gathered at the end of a dirty and dilapidated alleyway to scratch their heads and make gestures, and the undisguised sound of a bed came from the second floor of the disrepair; a gambling gang cat gambled on the corner of the street from the dealer's houseA group of sneaky thugs mysteriously gathered in one place, staring at every passer-by and whispering from time to time......

"We shouldn't have come here at all, to see the pickles all over the street – it's too dangerous. ”

Glover pushes away a vendor who wants to sell them something.

"Relax, we're safe for now, zombie—you don't mind if I call you that, do you?" Tails' voice came from his side.

Gloover shook his head and said he didn't mind.

But the zombie kept his head down, listening vigilantly to the movement behind him, his hand hidden under the cloak and holding the hilt of his sword: in the alley that the three had just walked, a few vicious thugs were punching and kicking two poor men who had no money to pay their debts, without mercy.

Cohen frowned, and caught up with him in two steps, he was tall and tall. The debt collectors were scattered with three punches and two kicks, and when they turned around, they found that the debtor who had been beaten was gone.

Looking at the vigilant officer's actions, Tails sighed and helplessly explained:

"First, we are all wearing cloaks, which implies that we have another identity or mission, and that we may have weapons in possession. Hands on us, there are unknown dangers. ”

"Second, your body shape and gait are not easy to mess with at first glance, and with the configuration of the three of us, it is not difficult to guess that you are bodyguards - the kind that can fight. ”

"Third, as far as I know, because of the kidnapping, the Black Street Brotherhood sent a large number of people to the Red Square Street station to confront the Blood Bottle Gang, including many 'dangerous people' who can threaten us. ”

"So in fact, we're much safer than we think we are. ”

As he spoke, Tails glared at one of the street thugs who was secretly watching them, who immediately looked away as if nothing had happened.

"Well, what Your Highness said is exactly what I want to say......"

Cohen painfully touched the corners of his clothes that had been scratched when he had just pulled the frame, and walked back to Tails and Grove unhappily:

"Our ...... Uh, what did you just talk about?"

Gloover glanced at Cohen disdainfully.

"When I was younger, the Brotherhood had not yet risen. And when I grew up, I didn't come here very often. ”

The zombie said as he bumped into a drunken drunkard:

"But Downtown is dangerous at all times. ”

Cohen grabbed the drunkard and let him slide slowly against the wall so that he wouldn't fall headlong.

The vigilante officer patted Gloover on the shoulder:

"You need to get out and about, zombie, I had the illusion of 'it's dangerous here' at first......"

"Call me that again," said Glover's face remained unchanged, and his voice turned cold:

You'll know: that's not a delusion. ”

Cohen's smile froze on his face.

Tails smiled and took over:

"The Lower City is home to most of the poor people in Yongxing City, and it is also a community, certainly not as dangerous as the public has said, with no entry or exit, and no return. ”

Glover nodded.

Tails remembered something, and his voice was slightly lower: "At least it's not full of fangs, choosing people and devouring ......"

But at this very moment.

Syllable!

Tails reached out and pressed down on a little girl who passed by him, covered in dirt.

Both Cohen and Glouover were startled, and the little girl looked at the boy with a panicked expression, trying to struggle with Tails' wrist.

"I thought you could tell," said Tails softly, to the thin girl, who was no more than seven or eight years old.

"I don't have any money on me"

Tails snorted at the sturdy vigilant officer and vanguard officer:

"The money bag is on them. ”

The dirty little girl was about to cry, but her eyes fluttered shrewdly from side to side.

Memories of the streets flooded back, and Tails suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu, so he looked around.

"Hey, what did you do to my daughter!"

Sure enough, in the alley next to the warblers, a middle-aged woman with makeup as thick as a paint plate and clothes as messy as a clothespole rushed out just right, howling in a sharp and mean country accent, pointing at Tails and scolding:

"Come and see, everyone, someone is bullying the little girl in the street!

Passers-by suddenly turned their heads and coaxed one after another.

"I'm telling you, Alesa is my baby!"

"Her dad is a well-known man on this street, don't think about it if you don't give me an explanation-"

The woman with heavy makeup looked up to find two tall, muscular cloaked men—Cohen and Gloover—standing beside Tails.

Her voice suddenly lowered, and she instantly squeezed out a smile:

"Ah, misunderstanding, misunderstanding......"

The woman lowered her head and scolded her daughter viciously:

"I know you're a little rabbit cub who is restless! What have you taken from other people, ah? How many times has your mother taught you? Even if you want to, you can't just take people's things! This is the most basic virtue of being a human being! Hurry up, hand it over! Apologize to my brother!"

"Don't bother, she didn't take anything. ”

Tails smiled and let go of his right hand.

The girl named Aleisha threw herself into her mother's arms crying, not forgetting to give Tails the same vicious look as her mother.

"What's the matter, dear?" said a sloppy rascal who came in a sloppy manner with a vicious voice, and behind him gathered five or six equally ill-intentioned gangsters or tramps:

"I heard that someone bullied our daughter?"

Tails frowned slightly.

Hearing the man's voice, the woman immediately instinctively changed her face and became vicious again:

"Okay, wow, since she didn't take anything, then you are a good person who has been wronged! Let me tell you, Yongxing City has a royal law! We are poor, but people are poor, and dignity is priceless, you slander people's innocence out of thin air......

"So that's you?" the scoundrel came by gouging his ears and squinting at Tails:

"Bullying people, slandering my daughter as a thief on the street......"

But the next moment, Gloufer simply turned around and raised his arm neatly, and threw a punch!

With a bang, the leading hooligan flew two meters out of the ground with blood, and fell to the ground.

Amid the exclamations of the onlookers, the accomplices behind him saw that the situation was not good, and immediately scattered.

The woman shuddered at this, and her voice lowered again.

"Ahhh

"She's been a child with a bad brain......"

The three of them were relatively silent, watching the woman scold and drag the girl into the alley, and after a while they appeared at another pair of intersections, looking for the next target.

Under the eyes of Glover and Cohen, passers-by who didn't see it as a good show sighed in disappointment and turned away.

Tails sighed and continued what Fang had just said:

"Of course, this place isn't as safe as you think, especially when you're losing your guard against it, like ......"

"It's like a great desert. ”

Unexpectedly, the person who answered was Cohen.

Tails and Gloover turned their heads in unison.

"It's dangerous, but it's also safe. ”

I saw the vigilant officer looking at the warbler who was holding his daughter and staring at the passers-by on the street, silently.

Cohen sighed faintly, contrary to his usual jump:

"It's neither dangerous nor safe. ”

"Have you ever been to the desert?" the zombie asked slowly.

Cohen shook his head and didn't answer, obviously not in high spirits.

Tails also remembered something, and said:

"It's like all the people in the world who only hear its name, but don't know the other side and the distance. ”

"Even if we're just a wall away, just a stone's throw away. ”

But it is as far away as the moat.

The difference between cloud and mud.

Cohen came back to his senses sullenly:

"Anyway, where are we going?"

Tails observed the guard's unusual behavior and smiled indifferently:

"There is a place for answers. ”

Cohen and Glove frowned in unison, puzzled.

Confused, they could only follow the prince step by step, deep into this increasingly complex and dangerous neighborhood.

Clover grew up in Red Square Street in the West Loop, but he knew very little about the downtown of Downtown, and Cohen, who worked for the Guard, didn't seem to be familiar with the place.

"This damn mud, has the road administration funds been eaten by dogs...... Your Highness, may I ask, this is clearly the Lower Town," Cohen asked, embarrassed, after pulling his boots out of the mud puddle for the third time:

"But why are you so skilled!"

On the other side, Gloover did not say a word, but violently kicked away a stone that stood in the way and followed the prince's footsteps.

"Didn't I tell you?"

Tails lied casually, and his face did not change:

"The Bright Star Royal Family has the blessing and protection of the gods, and will never get lost. ”

Hey?

"Blessing, blessing, never lost?"

Cohen scratched his head.

So, my old man is lying to me again?

When he was a child, he told me that the Bright Star Royal Family was burdened with an eternal curse......

"So, follow me, don't get lost," Tails somehow remembered the journey in the Black Path, and he flipped his cloak and strode forward:

"Some roads are like life, once you are left behind, you can never go back. ”

Glover remembered something, but he only tightened his cloak in silence.

"So, you say, you're going to come here to find out? Cohen watched cautiously at his feet, guarding against the terrible pavement of Camp Bladetooth.

Tails nodded.

"To be honest, I've had a rough day. ”

"Hope and gloom alternate, smooth and frustration, surprises, joys and sorrows. ”

Tails walked all the way forward, skillfully passing through several doorways, and said quietly:

"Like my last few months, the last six years, the past ...... Whole life. ”

Glofo and Cohen were stunned.

"Tell me, have you ever seen a desperate man who has lost hope, who has no way out, and who simply leaves everything behind, insensitive?"

The boy walked forward, looking at the noisy pickles on the street, and curled the corners of his mouth.

Cohen's eyes rolled: "I've really seen a lot-"

Croover frowned: "There's—"

The words of both sides rose and fell in unison, and they couldn't help but stop and glanced at each other.

"Huh?" Tails urged absentmindedly.

"In the Great Desert—" Cohen continued.

"On the Western Front—" Croover said at the same time.

Cohen and Glovo looked at each other again, and they were both full of resentment that "they actually robbed me of my words".

"I'm in the Purge Campaign—"

"At war in the desert—"

The two who were already suspicious stopped again and looked at each other viciously:

"Hey, hey, you've had enough—"

"Insert me again—"

"You two!"

Tails finally couldn't take it anymore.

"Do you need me to open a room so that you can continue to be romantic and love each other?"

The vigilant officer and the pioneer officer were silent, and they all snorted coldly and turned away:

"Hmph. ”

Sure enough, it's D.D.'s henchman — it's feel-good Cohen.

Sure enough, it was Doyle's relative - this was the disdainful Glovoe.

(In the Doyle Mansion in Dongcheng District, lying on the bed eating fruit and flipping through erotic albums to raise his wounds by the way, D.D., who was so comfortable that he sneezed loudly, startled the Baroness Doyle outside the door and threw himself into the room again: "My poor son!")

"I ...... Where's that?" Tails let out a breath of unhappiness.

"Desperate—" Clofer and Cohen said in unison again, frowning at each other.

Tails nodded, looking at the chaos that filled the street, thoughtfully:

"Now, meeting these people in Downtown makes me feel like I'm living in a normal world, not someone else's circle......"

Others......

Cohen and Gloover began to think at the same time, but they had different answers.

But Tails didn't expect an answer, he just sailed through his own memories:

"Have you ever seen someone who regards rudeness and rudeness as full of personality, and yin and yang weirdness as a good saying?"

Cohen sighed, "When I was a kid—"

Glaufo snorted coldly: "In the family-"

For the umpteenth time, both sides who spoke at the same time stopped their mouths in unison, their faces stiffened.

Tails looked at them suspiciously:

"Are you sure you don't need to open a room?"

Cohen and Crofo held their faces back, and they both decided not to speak.

Tails sighed softly: he missed Wyaa and Rolf.

The prince continued to lament:

"There is also the pretending to be profound as a reserved style, and speculation and suspicion as a daily social ......"

"And take the tacit understanding of the unspoken rules for granted, and take duplicity as the standard of life......"

"Hypocrisy and pretentiousness as proper etiquette, and ambiguity as a dripping ......"

"Unfortunately, these people, I've seen them all these days. ”

Tails let out a long sigh:

"Maybe we'll see you again in the future. ”

And they all set their eyes on me, whether they wanted or persecuted, scrutinized or dismissed, hoping to find answers to my questions, to answer questions they couldn't answer. ”

Tails' eyes darkened:

"But they were wrong. ”

The prince tossed aside a clothes pole and walked down a step.

"I don't have an answer. ”

"At least not the answer they wanted, not even the answer I wanted. ”

Tails stepped on the dirt road of his memory step by step, just like it was years ago.

Nothing seems to have changed.

The prince's emotions infect Gloufo and Cohen, who think separately and remain silent.

"And in their gaze, I can't feel myself, I don't know what I'm doing, what I'm going to do, what I can do. ”

Tails led them out of the alley to another street, much more dilapidated, but much quieter.

"I don't even know who I am. ”

Tails stared at the deserted street from afar, falling silent.

"You are noble and brilliant," said Glove stiffly:

"Nature is a heavy responsibility, far beyond ordinary people. ”

"That," Cohen came back to his senses, and was anxious at what he said:

"I, I think so too!"

The zombie glanced at him.

Tails glanced back at them and smiled.

"Yes, 'It's okay, fate will prepare everything for you,' my father once said. ”

Tails looked at the bumps under his feet and stepped forward again.

"For six years, this phrase has always worked. ”

"Especially when I was in the Northland. ”

"At that time, I had no chance to hesitate," Tails frowned, remembering the desolate laughing crow, "and he could not hesitate any more." ”

But Tails looked up suddenly.

"But ......"

The boy avoids an alley where thieves gather:

"What if fate is lazy and lazy?"

Crofo and Cohen both frowned.

"If even fate refuses to show me its form, but only poses an empty mirror, in which one can only see his helpless face," Tails gritted his teeth:

"And how can I see my own answer?"

Glover pursed his lips, thoughtful.

Cohen's eyes widened, dazed.

"Have you ever played chess?"

Tails stepped on the muddy, dirty, obstructed streets of Downtown, and looked up in confusion at the clear, blue, spotless sky of Eternal Star City.

Grove looked up:

"Yes. ”

Cohen scratched his head embarrassedly, and his voice became quieter and quieter:

"I, that, hehe, I know the rules...... There is no way, the old man has taught his cousin all his chess skills......"

Tails smiled.

"Since I returned to the kingdom, there have been many people who want to play chess with me these days, and I have been satisfied with them one by one. ”

Tails continued to walk forward, his gaze narrowing:

"There is one of the most special people among them. ”

"It's not the way I'm used to. ”

They walked down an unfamiliar street, where houses and laneways were stacked on top of each other, barely making it clear how orderly they had been when they were first planned.

But it is still full of beggars and gangsters, and it is difficult to escape the chaos caused by man-made disasters.

"Most people play chess and see chess pieces and chess games. ”

Tails sideways avoided a wagon that was swaying muddy water:

"But he's not. ”

There was a solemnity in the prince's eyes.

"Whether it was six years ago or six years later, he was a maverick and different, not only did he disdain to play the game, but he never glanced at the chessboard, and he didn't even care about the situation of the game or the outcome of the game. ”

Glover's brow furrowed and tightened, and Cohen's eyes became more confused.

But Tails' words carried an invisible force, making the two of them subconsciously tense their bodies.

Because what he sees in his eyes is only outside the chessboard, no matter how big or small, no matter how high or low, one by one, lonely and contemplative, doing his own thing - chess players. ”

Tails clenched his fists.

"He knows, or rather he is sure," the prince gritted his teeth.

"The one who makes a choice on the board can only be the chess player. ”

Wings of Legends, Anker Al Barral, Jenn Cavendil, and even the shadow on the throne in the Revival Palace flashed through Tails' brain at this moment.

"Every chess player, every chess player who has achieved himself because of different choices, there is always a trace. ”

Tails took a deep breath.

And he caught it, and he only looked at the chess player, and only took the chess player as a child - he probably believed that as long as he caught the chess player, he could play whatever kind of chess he wanted. ”

"It's like kings don't respect blood," Tails lightly pressed his chest:

"But the blood is glorious because of the king. ”

Glauover and Cohen were silent, one dignified, the other ignorant.

Tails gradually cleared his thoughts, and his tone was jealous.

"He's an opponent I've never seen before, and his approach can't even be described as 'smart' or 'inferior'. ”

"Connecting different players together is his chessboard. ”

For this reason, he was willing to tie his hands and feet, even committing suicide to give away his son, and even overturning the chessboard. ”

Tails' eyes were ethereal, and his mind did not belong.

"It's like some players can operate, some players play operations, some players understand skills, and some players see the overall situation......"

"But he ......," Tails sighed:

"He's just single-minded, staring at the host power!"

Cohen finally stopped feeling lonely: he was satisfied to see that Goverford also looked dazed and ignorant at this moment.

"Just get used to it," said the vigilant officer, patting Gloover on the shoulder contentedly:

"The prince is like that, he often chatters, I have seen ......"

"I'm his personal guard day and night," the zombie grimaced, shaking off Cohen's hand without giving face:

"I don't need you to remind you. ”

But Tails ignored the little details, and he was absorbed in his thoughts.

"He chooses, or rather, he believes that he chooses the king and the chess player, not the bloodline and the chess game. ”

The prince took a deep breath, but for a moment there was a little confusion and hesitation.

"But how can he be sure," Tails said slowly:

"Those who are honored because of the bloodline will surely be able to glorify the bloodline?"

"If you are in a chess game, you will definitely be able to become a chess player?"

Tails looked back:

"What do you say?"

Gloover and Cohen, who were making eye to eye at each other, were startled and came back to their senses.

"I can't give you an answer. Glover said solemnly.

"I, I, I still don't understand......" Cohen worked hard for a long time, still depressed.

"Your Highness is playing," Grove coldly reminded the companion, who was not clear with his sister:

"With an opponent we can't see in the distance, a big man who is difficult to deal with. ”

Glove's eyes snapped:

"Or, more than one. ”

Tails nodded approvingly.

The vigilante blinked and shook his head.

"No, you are engaged in politics, and there are so many twists and turns......"

But before Cohen could reply, Tails moved forward again, leaving Cohen, who was trying to speak out, behind him, leaving grievances in vain.

"So he's pushing me, forcing me in. ”

Tails remembered the past, and his face was cold:

"Or, he knows, a player like me, once he enters the game, ......"

"It's going to be the player he wants. ”

Tails unconsciously tensed his muscles.

"For this, he gave me a sword. ”

The prince's gaze went straight ahead, piercing the streets, as if he had seen something.

"For he knows, or believes, that no matter where the blade goes, no matter what it is to draw it, block or attack, slash or stab, once I have taken the sword......"

Tyers said quietly:

"I can't put it down anymore. ”

Feeling Duke Xinghu's struggle and hesitation, Grove did not speak.

Cohen blinked hard.

"Where are you going, and what are you doing...... Sword...... Forehead ......"

Cohen's gaze was first deep, then dazed:

"I, I'm sorry, I'm ...... I still didn't understand much. ”

"It's okay, Cohen," Tails came back to his senses and exhaled, "It's good that you don't understand. ”

The prince looked at him with complexity:

"It means that you are very happy. ”

"Don't fret. ”

But unexpectedly, the vigilante shook his head decisively.

"No, no, Your Highness, although I know that you are secretly rubbing and scolding me, Master Jedi told me that when you don't know whether to raise your sword or not," Cohen hesitated for a moment, but still said firmly:

"It's time to ask about your 'Heart of the Sword'. ”

Tails was stunned.

"What?"

"Heart of the Sword," Cohen said solemnly and earnestly:

"In the Tower of the End, you can't graduate without this thing. ”

"Hmph," Clofer sneered, clasping his arms.

"It's that broken tower again. ”

Cohen glanced at Gallover in dissatisfaction, but instead of clash with the other party, he turned to Tails and asked:

This is the Tower of End's general view of the Power of the End: the Power of the End is not a tool, but a "self." ”

"Its training is not the practice of technique, not just the repetition of the same, but the tempering of the heart, the pursuit of each time to further recognize the self: strength and itself, external and spiritual, skill and personality, behavior and belief, sword outside, heart inside, move skills outside, finishing power inside. Only when the inner and outer dualities complement each other can the peak of the power of the end be reached. ”

Tails was thoughtful.

Cohen gave a wistful look:

"For this reason, as a training method, every swordsman and every fighter in the Terminator Tower must embark on a journey to find their own unique - there is no difference between strength and weakness, only suitable or not - 'Heart of the Sword', which is connected inside and outside to become a great weapon. ”

"Your sword must go hand in hand with your heart, and your ideas are the same. ”

"Otherwise, at some point, your heart will always be disconnected from your sword—your martial arts skills will be half the work, and the power of the end will be sluggish, just as you can't force a delicate and thoughtful swordsman to open and close, or you can't force a bold and rough fighter to craft. ”

Parallel and identical.

Tails was slightly distracted, remembering Ricky's explanation of the power of the end in the Prison of Bones.

Gloover snorted disdainfully:

"It sounds like it's a lot of air, and it's a fight......"

Cohen ignored Glovo and looked at Tails:

"What about you, where is the heart of your sword, Your Highness?"

Tails was silent.

At that moment, he suddenly remembered Falkenhause's words.

Hold on to your sword. 】

[Don't lose it.] 】

But at this moment, Tails' heart suddenly jumped!

"It's out of bounds, young masters. ”

Almost at the same time, Cohen and Glove, both of whom changed color, warily and solemnly bent their knees and pressed their swords, and entered a fighting stance!

Tails then noticed that the streets around them had been empty and eerily silent.

Directly in front of them, a man with a resolute face and strong muscles crossed his arms and stared at them with burning eyes.

His left arm was tied with a piece of black silk and swayed slightly.

"It seems that the scum along the way didn't lie," the man looked at Cohen and Glove's movements, and his eyes changed:

"It's a hard idea, worthy of this cloak, no wonder you dare to do our street business. ”

Tails stared at the black silk cloth, silent.

"Super Order. Glover stared at the resolute man:

"He made me uncomfortable. ”

Cohen took a deep breath.

"I know this guy, he is on the list of ex-convicts in the police department," the security officer was eager to try:

"'Thunder Axe' Oschu, who served in the past, was on the warship of the East China Sea Territory. ”

"Just right, take this opportunity to ...... him"

But at this moment, Oschu whistled softly.

Soon, footsteps rang out from all directions, ranging from scattered and fragmented to deafening.

In a matter of seconds, countless figures with black silk arms appeared in the surrounding streets and alleys, blocking the three of them.

Gloover and Cohen counted the number of people, and they all changed color.

"It's ...... too," Cohen's expression twitched.

"That's a lot, it's an extraordinary number. Glove concluded solemnly.

Tails frowned.

Cohen let out a breath:

"Damn, the gloomy guy in the rear left, I remember, 'Silent Killer' Leyok, whose origins are still unknown. ”

Tails turned back to the left, and sure enough, he saw the familiar face - Lejok leaned against the wall, bowed his head and silent, and no one dared to approach him with a dozen thugs around him.

"And on the right, that's the 'steel cone' Adrianza, in the big bazaar, there must be him who bullies and dominates the market to collect debts, and the people of the Northland who don't want to die. ”

"It's strange, these outlaws have different affiliations, and they shouldn't usually get together. Cohen pondered.

Gallover didn't speak, he just moved his arm to see how much his whiplash was affecting his movements.

"Welcome to the underground mall, young masters who don't know where they came from. ”

Oschu took the axe handed by his subordinates, took a step forward, and showed the blade of the axe with a smile:

"Greetings to you guys Street Brotherhood,"

Underground mall.

Tails instinctively sniffed.

Sure enough, he smelled the musty smell in his memory.

It was a place he was familiar with, and Tails was stunned for a moment.

"Only one ......"

"Come to this place," Thunderaxe shook his head.

"Tickets are charged. ”

Oschu waved his hand lightly, and the ill-intentioned thugs around him slowly approached the three of them.

"I have a request for help fireworks, the Xicheng Alert Hall, that is, the director of the hall will definitely be verbose afterwards, and then detain my ......" Cohen touched his back unhappily.

"I have it too, the Royal Guard, but the flag wings ......," said Gloover sullenly.

But at this moment, Tails was generous and took a step forward without any scruples!

"yes, tickets?"

The boy under the cloak ignored the black-pressed crowd of the Brotherhood and looked straight at Oschu.

"You know, I kind of like it here. ”

"The feeling of coming in every time," Tails said with a complex and subtle feeling, looking at the familiar streets around him, with emotion:

"It was like coming home. ”