Itoshi Rin Blue Lock Novels & Stories

"A strong memory can be an anchor for the soul!" Kit/Ari screamed, clutching his head. "Shut up! Shut up! He is mine!" But Siron saw the opening. Amidst the silver shimmer, a fleck of blue, Kit’s true eye color, appeared for a moment. Siron lunged through the weakening cage of light. He grabbed Kit’s hand, pressing the blue stone fragment into his palm. "THIS IS FOR YOU, KIT!" he roared. The blue fragment flared with brilliant light. Blue energy surged from Kit’s hand through his entire body. The silver sheen fought the blue, wrestling beneath the skin. Kit shrieked, this time with two overlapping voices, his own and Ari’s.

“He ordered me to give this to you in case you return here.” “Oh, thank—” “Don’t get the wrong idea,” Tristan said darkly, cutting off. “I still haven’t forgotten about how you cheated in the tournament.” Arth smiled apologetically, scratching his head. Then he took the blue gem, now glowing brighter and brighter, along with the Frostcalibur responding to its call. “Thank you … Alice,” Arth whispered to the gem. “You’ll forever be remembered in our hearts … in my heart …” As the blue gem floated into the air, the gray-colored crystal suddenly cracked and shattered into fragments of varying sizes, all had split from one another to create a space at the center.