Shuichiro Oishi was stunned by the dreamlike beauty before him, and instinctively reached out to catch a white feather drifting down in front of him.
The white feather turned into a streak of shimmering light that merged into his body. Immediately afterward, he felt his chronically aching wrist grow slightly warm, and it turned with a strange ease.
To his astonishment, the pain was gone. Was this some kind of divine blessing?
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