Hi guys! this is the next chapter of this story, this is part two of three for chapter 12 of this story, it will cover the start of underwater temple arc, the whole prologue is already written and edited. so it will not be te, either sunday or monday because i will be out of country by sunday so i might dey it to monday when i get back to my ptop

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  Discimer: i do not own BC and any other character referenced belong to their respective creators.

  "We are going on a mission," Yami said as he watched the members of his squad eating. Earlier that morning, he had received a call from the Wizard King. Instead of checking on Noelle, who had just woken up, he had discussed the mission details first. Upon returning, he was met with his squad members back to their usual antics while they ate.

  "Oh, I forgot. Noelle, are you okay now?"

  "Yes, Captain," Noelle said, taking a gss of milk from Asta.

  "Good. You are needed for the next mission."

  "What mission is that, Captain?" Finral asked, sounding worried.

  Yami then debriefed them on his conversation with the Wizard King. Apparently, they had found information about the enemies who attacked the kingdom. The enemies needed specific stones; they already had seven, and they needed three more. One was the stone Asta had already turned over another was this mission. The Wizard King had initially assigned another squad to the task, but since they had found a traitor, he now wanted a more loyal and trustworthy squad to handle it.

  So, the Wizard King wants us to get it before the enemies do, Captain?" Magna asked.

  "yes"

  "So, where is this stone, Captain?" Vanessa asked.

  "In a strong magic region," he said, puffing out a cloud of smoke. "In the Underwater Temple."

  "Where exactly is that, Captain?" Finral asked, looking confused because he didn't recognize the name.

  "Somewhere east, near Raque," Yami replied, recalling the details.

  "Raquey?!" Finral shouted.

  "Why did you get excited so fast, Senior Finral?" Asta asked. He handed Noelle some meat, which she ate before he offered her another gss of milk. "Is that pce good?"

  "Good?" Finral excimed. "Of course it's good! It's a resort town!"

  "Wait...resort?" Asta asked as his and Noelle eyes widen at the name. "You mean?"

  "Yes! Ocean, Beach!"

  The moment he mentioned the beach; everyone erupted in excitement. Yami excused himself, needing to head to the toilet immediately, leaving the squad in such a state of frenzy that he forgot to remind them it was actually for a mission.

  "Where exactly are we going, Noelle?" Asta asked.

  The two of them were walking through the Royal Capital's commercial district at night. Earlier that day, Yami had emerged from the bathroom to find the entire squad still singing and dancing about the beach trip. After a loud scolding, he had dismissed them all. Asta had watched Noelle whisper something to Vanessa before she hurried back to him, demanding they finish their daily quests all their instances and chores immediately. Once they were done, she had grabbed his hand, pulled him onto her broom, and flown them toward the castle town. Every time he asked where they were going, she just shook her head and insisted it was a surprise.

  Now, they were walking closely together as they came to a stop in front of a shop, the night air cool around them. Asta watched Noelle gnce at a small piece of paper she was holding—likely the one Vanessa had given her—before she stepped inside.

  Asta smiled and followed her, but as he crossed the threshold, he was blinded by the interior. The shop was much brighter than the street outside. As his eyes adjusted, he realized the walls were lined with rows of women's clothing—specifically, underwear of every imaginable size and color.

  He stood there, looking completely stumped as He was clearly the only male in the shop. He saw Noelle moving after she finished speaking with a clerk; Asta quietly followed her toward the back of the store.

  As soon as he followed her through another door, he found her looking at some two-piece garments. He noticed they were made of a different material than the others, so he realized they were actually swimsuits.

  "What do you think?" Noelle asked as she saw him walk up next to her. She was holding a blue bikini. "Does it look good on me?"

  "Is that even your size?" Asta asked, leaning in to get a better look. "It looks kind of small."

  Noelle held the bikini up in front of her and realized he was right—it was a bit too small. She put it back and went to find another one. Asta smiled, spotted a chair off to the side, and went over to sit down. Noelle noticed him watching her, so she began picking out different bikinis and bringing them over to him to see which ones he preferred.

  "How about this?" she asked. It was a good-looking piece that provided decent coverage, and it was exactly her size.

  "Does it come in any other colors?" he asked.

  "Why? You don't like violet?" she questioned.

  "Well, all your underwear is either purple or light purple," he answered with a shrug. "I know you like the color, but for a swimsuit? Don't get me wrong, it looks great on you, though."

  "You're right," she agreed. She went back to the racks and returned to show him another one. This time it was a string bikini. She smirked when she saw his expression.

  "Really, Noelle?" he said, his eyes widening.

  "Why?" she teased.

  "I like it very much," he said honestly, "but I want to be the only one who gets to see you wearing that."

  "Don't worry, I'm just teasing you," she said, hanging the string bikini back on the rack.

  She scanned the rest of the selection, picking out a pin blue one, a rger white one, a yellow set, and finally, a green one with frilly ruffles. "What about these?"

  "Let me see you wear them," he said.

  They walked together toward the changing rooms. Asta stopped at the entrance while Noelle stepped inside one of the stalls.

  "Don't use your Ki to peek, Asta!" she called out before closing the curtain.

  "Don't worry, I won't!" he promised, leaning against the wall.

  A moment ter, the door swung open and she stepped out to pose for him. She was wearing the blue swimsuit first; it offered plenty of coverage and had a simple, clean look.

  "So?" she asked, waiting for his critique.

  "It looks good," he replied with a nod.

  Noelle frowned at his pin answer and immediately ducked back inside, smming the door shut.

  A few moments ter, she stepped out wearing the green one. Asta's eyes widened; it was a daring look on her. He found himself staring at the frills as they swayed back and forth with her every movement.

  "What about this?" she asked, noticing his intense gaze.

  "It looks good," he said, nodding slowly, his eyes still following the movement of the frills.

  Once again, Noelle huffed and closed the door. This time, she changed into the yellow one. It hugged her curves perfectly, with strings at her hips and cute ribbons on both the top and bottom. It looked incredibly good on her.

  "Now, how about this?" she asked with a smirk, striking a confident pose.

  Instead of just answering, Asta turned around and spotted a transparent cover-up nearby. He grabbed the sheer cloth and handed it to Noelle. She put it on over the yellow swimsuit, and only then did he give a firm, satisfied nod.

  "Perfect," he said, smiling brightly.

  Noelle beamed, finally happy with his reaction, and closed the door. A few minutes ter, she emerged in her regur clothes and headed to the clerk to buy her new outfit.

  "So, what are you bringing to the beach, Asta?" Noelle asked. They were back in their room, and she was busy packing her new swimsuit into a bag along with other essentials like towels, creams, and extra clothes.

  "Aren't we going on a mission?" he replied. He was busy practicing, thrusting his rapier forward with a sharp swing.

  As soon as they had returned to the base, it was light's out. He sensed that everyone—except for Captain Yami—was in their rooms packing. He still hadn't visited the guy who slept at the very top of the base since he was so busy, but he pnned to check on him ter. Asta had already picked out some swimming trunks at the shop, along with a few towels; he just tossed them to the side so he could focus on his training.

  "We are, but..." Noelle said, finishing her packing. She looked at the items Asta had tossed to the side, gathered them into a bag, and set it next to hers. They both vanished as she deposited them into their shared storage. "It's our first real vacation!"

  "Now that you put it like that," he said, sliding his rapier back into his grimoire. He took off his gloves and grabbed a towel to wipe his face. Noelle watched as he pulled off his top and began cleaning himself off. "Let's rex tomorrow."

  "Yeah," Noelle answered, watching as Asta tossed the towel aside and sat down next to her.

  "Do you want to continue what we started st night?" he asked. Noelle immediately understood what he wanted and nodded. She lifted her arms so Asta could help her pull her nightgown off; her purple underwear seemed to glow softly in the night light. She then y down on her front, her back turned toward him.

  Asta watched in amazement, his eyes trailing over her back. He found her curves tempting, but he shook his head to focus. With a quick snap of his fingers, he pulled a pink bottle from storage. He poured some oil onto his palms and pced his hands firmly on her shoulders. Noelle let out a soft sigh the moment she felt his thumbs press into the tense muscles of her shoulders.

  "What do you think?" he asked.

  "It feels really good, Asta," she moaned.

  He moved carefully, his fingers hitting all the right spots on her back. Just like st time, he kept his movements slow and deliberate. Without a second thought, he reached down and uncsped the metal hook of her bra, tossing it aside to join her nightgown so he could reach the rest of her back without anything in the way.

  "T-t-there... that feels so good," she breathed.

  He continued the massage slowly as Noelle softly moaned his name. Unlike yesterday, Asta was being extra careful; he knew she was exhausted from her quest, but tonight he had a different agenda. Unknown to her, he was channeling his Ki into the oil, making it grow warmer as it sank into her skin.

  He had avoided her lower back and hips earlier, but after finishing with her thighs, Noelle felt his hands move upward. He cupped her ass cheeks firmly, then sprayed a bit more oil that glowed with a blue light before disappearing—absorbed instantly as he infused it with his Ki. She knew he was getting her underwear wet but didn't say anything but moan his name.

  "Let me take these off, Noelle," he muttered. She could hear his voice getting deeper, vibrating against her. She nodded, and with a quick movement, his fingers slid her panties away. He poured more oil onto her bare skin, spreading it across her hips.

  "Y-you're eager tonight, Asta... sl-ow down," she breathed.

  "Don't worry, I'll take my time," he said pyfully. He gave her a light sp on the rear before continuing to spread the warm oil over her entire back and hips. Then, Noelle felt his hands shift as he gently turned her over to face him.

  She smiled as she looked up at Asta. Even if he didn't say it out loud, she could see the tent in his boxers. She wasn't one to talk, though; he could clearly see her reaction through her hardened nipples. Regardless, he continued his work, pouring more oil into his palms.

  He moved over her, starting with a gentle head massage before working his way down to her neck. Standing over her, his hands moved to her shoulders and then slid lower, skipping her breasts for now to focus on her stomach and navel.

  When he reached her hips, he applied more oil to her lower body, the warmth wetting her pubic hair as he spread it. He moved down to her thighs and legs, even rolling her feet and pyfully cracking her toes. All the while, her moans grew louder, and Asta's name was the only thing on her lips.

  "I need to massage your body this way, Noelle," he muttered, clearly able to read the anticipation in her eyes.

  She let out a loud moan as she felt the cool oil hit her breasts. He began to work, and just like the night before, he was being incredibly attentive—focusing entirely on one side before moving to the other. He cupped her, his strong hands molding her shape as he massaged the tissue. He circled her areos with his fingertips, being agonizingly careful not to touch her nipples directly.

  Noelle was moaning loudly now. She could see the agitation in his eyes; his breathing was heavy, and he was clearly struggling to stay focused, but he pushed on. Her eyes widened when he applied more oil to his hands, his fingers massaging her lower abdomen and moving through her pubic hair, going lower until—

  "Ahhhh… hggghhh…!"

  A finger finally brushed against her clit. She watched, breathless, as Asta moved to her side. His eyes were wide as he stared at his own hand, mesmerized by the sensation as he slowly teased the spot. She could hear him gulp, his breath coming in ragged gasps while she closed her eyes and let out another sharp moan.

  "D-does this feel good?" he rasped.

  "Y-yeah! Ahh!" she cried out.

  This continued for several minutes until Asta finally stopped. He pced his hands firmly on her hips and turned her around once more. This time, he positioned her so that her hips were arched high, while her upper body remained ft against the bed.

  She was only moaning his name now. From behind, Asta used a single finger to carefully trace her bia, while his other hand remained firm, massaging her hip. She moaned even harder when she felt the sudden, warm sensation of his tongue tracing a line up her back.

  "Ahhhh… ahh… Asta," she whimpered, her body shivering from the pleasure. It was the very first time he had ever touched her like that.

  She could feel her body responding, a deep heat forming inside her. Asta transitioned to using two fingers, and the room was filled with the soft, wet sounds of her arousal. Panicked by how loud she was becoming, Noelle stuffed her hand under the pillow and pressed her face into it to muffle her voice. She had to be careful; even if the others couldn't sense exactly what was happening, someone could easily walk past their door and hear her.

  "Are you enjoying this, my love?" he whispered, peppering her back with small, warm kisses.

  "Ghhhggg... ye-yeah... you... ahhh... are so... good with your... there... fingers," she managed to choke out, the words barely forming as she lost herself in the sensation.

  Her eyes widened suddenly as she felt his finger enter her. He was slow, moving with extreme care not to hurt her. Instinctively, her legs spread wider, inviting him to go deeper. Asta stopped the kisses, his entire being focused on the movement of his hand. He slowly retracted his finger, then slid it back in with a slow, deliberate motion.

  "Ahhhh… ahhh…!"

  His fingers were rough from years of training, and she could feel every ridge and calloused inch of him as he moved in and out of her. Her moans were completely muffled by the pillow now. Then, she felt him add a second finger, widening her as his lips returned to the sensitive skin of her back.

  "Nhaaaa," she moaned.

  She was bombarded with new sensations; she could feel his hands and lips all over her body. His fingers went deeper as she arched her back higher.

  "You're so beautiful," Asta murmured against her skin, his breath warm on her skin, then she felt him go lower his fingers still moving inside her, she moaned hard her hips arching as she noticed he was now behind her, she shuddered when she felt his tongue repced his fingers, she was now sure he was licking her.

  "Asta!" she moaned as she felt his hands widening her legs, his tongue licking her clit and tracing the length of her womanhood. "It's dirty there... ahhh!"

  "Nothing's dirty about you, Noelle," he murmured as he continued to lick her, his hands gripping her legs as she arched up.

  "My God!" she moaned into her pillow as Asta attacked both pces at the same time. That heat was growing rger as her hips moved up and down while his tongue traced her. She felt his fingers pull some of her hair; the pain and the pleasure were becoming too much for her.

  "Nhaaaaa!"

  She screamed into the pillow as Asta once again pushed his fingers inside. He immediately added another, going in and out of her faster than before, but shallow. While he did that, his tongue pyed with her clit, and his free hand massaged her thighs.

  "Nyanghgg!"

  Noelle was saying something, but Asta couldn't hear it as it was muffled by the pillow. She could feel him widening her, as if preparing for something, and she was anticipating it. She felt so full from just his fingers; she could only imagine what would happen if that rge part of him got inside of her. She was deeply satisfied and pleasured, then he hit a spot that made her shiver immediately.

  "Something's coming!" she moaned, her hips arching as she bit her pillow. Something came out of her, her insides cmping down on his fingers, but he didn't stop—he only got faster. The wet sounds of her fluids and his fingers grew louder.

  "Come, Noelle," she heard him speak. His voice was deep with want; his tone was different, and she liked it. Then she sprawled on the bed as she felt his fingers escape her, breathing hard, her vision blurry.

  "You're so beautiful, Noelle," she heard him say again. He went back to it as soon as he felt her rex, her bottom arching again as he traced her bia once more.

  "N-no… God… ngaaa… more," she moaned. It was intense; she wasn't sure what to do, just moving her hands side to side as Asta once again pyed with her open lips with his fingers. "Too much, nhaaaaa!"

  She moaned his name into the pillow for a long time. He was relentless; she couldn't tell the time anymore, as she had come two more times from his fingers alone. She couldn't form words anymore. Then, in her daze, she felt Asta stop licking her clit and move to her side, his fingers still inside her.

  His tongue trailed higher as his fingers moved in and out of her with a steady rhythm. He lightly bit her ear, causing her to muffle a cry into the pillow, her body shuddering as her muscles once again cmped tightly around his hand. Breathing hard, her vision blurred. She barely realized Asta had turned her around again until he moved between her legs, spreading them wide. He traced the hair between her legs with his nose, taking in her scent. Once he felt her rex, he immediately began to taste her once again.

  "Ahhhh… not… again!" she moaned, her hands tangling in his hair. He was being so precise it was hard to believe this was their first time. Noelle's breath hitched as she felt him lick her clit; she moaned when he inserted his fingers again, moving slowly, trying to savor her. But after a few minutes, he immediately sped up.

  "Nghhhhhh…. ahhhh… something's coming, Asta!"

  She moaned as he stopped fingering her, only for him to repce his fingers with his tongue. She bit her lip, trying to stifle a scream, then shuddered once again. She felt her fluids release as he licked them all away. Afterward, he moved up to cup her face and kissed her deeply, her own taste lingering on his tongue as they shared the kiss. When she finally calmed down, he stopped, went to the floor, and took off his boxers. She saw in the moonlight how long he was; she knew he was shorter than her, but his dick was rge and wide. She immediately realized why Asta had been fingering her for so long—she knew it would hurt.

  He immediately moved on top of her, but instead of lining his rge dick toward her opening, he pced it on top of her clit. She could feel his heat as he closed her legs together and began to move.

  "Ahhh… ahhh... why?" she moaned, the heat of his length becoming coated in her fluids. She watched him focus on her breasts as they moved with the rhythm of his thrusts. "No… ahhhhh... inside?"

  "We're going to the beach tomorrow," he groaned, his voice strained with effort. "The others will realize something's up if you suddenly can't walk."

  They were moving as one. Asta was now licking her legs and sucking on her toes as he moved slowly, grunting from the heat. She was biting her arm because it was all too much for her; the sound of their bodies was the only thing filling the room besides his groans and her muffled moans. Noelle knew now just how long he was—his length reached past her navel.

  "Ahhhh… Asta… faster!" she moaned.

  Then he moved faster. The friction between her sensitive clit and his hard dick was giving her almost too much pleasure. I wonder if it would fit inside me? How much more would I feel if I feel this much from just this? she thought, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. His arms were tight around her legs, keeping them closed as he pumped faster and harder against her.

  "I love you, Noelle!" he groaned as he moved faster. Their sweat was making his thrusts even more slippery. "I love you!"

  "I love you too, Asta!" she moaned. She was reaching that peak again, her body moving in opposition to his to make the sensation even more pleasurable.

  They had been at it for a long time, and she found herself desperately wanting him inside her. She knew about his legendary endurance; she had already come twice while they were doing this, but he hadn't finished even once. She couldn't wait for the moment he would finally take her completely.

  As Asta moved faster and harder against her, her name was the only thing coming out of his mouth. He confessed his love over and over, telling her how pretty she was and how lucky he felt as he pumped on top of her. She shuddered again as he bit her thigh.

  Eventually, she felt him grow even rger, her eyes widening. She moaned as she felt something warm hit her stomach. She reached down with her fingers to look at it; it was warm and sticky, and it smelled strange, but then she tasted it. She looked at Asta, whose eyes widened at what she had just done.

  She immediately noticed he was hard again. She moaned as Asta once more positioned his dick on top of her, but instead of holding her legs closed, he opened them. He only traced his wet length over her open legs before getting back on top of her. His hands csped hers, and he moved as they kissed, their tongues battling. He continued moving slowly, still not entering her, but remaining only on top of her.

  They didn't know how long they had been at it, but they finally stopped as they noticed the moon was hanging low. Asta only finished once her body was covered in that same sticky fluid. He cleaned her up with a towel, which he quickly deposited into their shared storage.

  She was completely knocked out, her tongue peeking out as she slept. Even though he was still raring to go, he simply pulled the covers over them both. He spooned her closely, and they finally fell fast asleep.

  "Are you ready, you bastards?!" Magna shouted, stepping out in front of his squad mates.

  Most of the team was gathered in front of the base, waiting for Yami. Vanessa let out a long yawn; it was far too early for her.

  "My goddess, Marie..." Gauche muttered, snapping a photo of his sister with his broom propped against his shoulder. "I wanted to take you to the beach instead."

  "I wonder if the number of whales is higher than the number of sharks!" Luck chirped, stretching his limbs with his broom already in hand.

  Charmy was fast asleep on a floating cloud of wool. She barely stirred as Asta and Noelle walked out of the base with Gordon in tow.

  "I found Senior Gordon!" Asta announced.

  "But isn't Gordon—?" Vanessa started. She turned around to see a second Gordon standing nearby, but he immediately poofed into a cloud of smoke, revealing Grey in her oversized form. "Never mind."

  "Where's Captain Yami?" Asta asked as they joined the group. "I can't find his ki anywhere in the base."

  "Oh, the Captain went ahead," Finral expined. "He said he wanted to check something out and left a while ago."

  Vanessa looked genuinely amazed. "Really? That's unusual. He's actually doing work for once?"

  "That's Captain Yami for Ya!" Magna cheered, hopping onto his broom.

  "All right! Let's go!" he shouted, speeding off into the lead as the others flew right alongside him.

  "I'm sorry for st night, Noelle," Asta said from behind her. They trailed behind the rest of the group, talking quietly as they flew.

  "What for?" Noelle asked.

  "I figured you wanted to go all the way st night," he said, his hands gripping her hips a bit firmer. "I kind of left you hanging."

  "You call that hanging?" she replied. "I can barely even remember the end of the night!"

  "Well, it's just... I figured since we're going to the beach and all," he whispered into her ear, making her shudder, "I might as well make our first time truly special."

  Asta saw her ears turn bright red. She leaned her back against his chest, but kept her pace steady so they wouldn't get left behind by the others.

  "Well, since you're making arrangements," she said, "let's book a room."

  Asta didn't reply; he simply hugged her tighter from behind as they enjoyed the flight together.

  "It's the beach!" Magna and Finral yelled as they reached the ocean. Both were wearing different styles of swimwear: Magna wore a traditional loincloth, while Finral opted for simple green swim trunks.

  "Yowza!" Finral blushed, eyeing the women in their swimsuits. "Grey, transform into me! Let's go pick up chicks!"

  Grey immediately transformed into his double, and the two of them sprinted toward the crowds. Meanwhile, Magna tried to dive into the waves, but Luck—using his lightning—promptly set Magna's loincloth on fire.

  Nearby, Vanessa sat in a chair wearing a new swimsuit, a bottle of wine already in hand. Charmy pyed with a watermelon, Gauche talked to a mirror showing Marie, and Gordon quietly worked on a sandcastle.

  On the other side of the beach, Asta arrived with Noelle in tow. Both were dressed for the water: Noelle wore a bikini with a stylish cover-up, while Asta was topless, wearing only blue swimming trunks.

  "You want to join them?" Asta asked. They held hands as they watched their squadmates py in the distance.

  "Sure," Noelle smiled. They walked toward Vanessa and found a spot under a tree. Asta pulled a beach towel from their inventory and id it out in the shade. They sat together for a while, simply enjoying the view. Eventually, Asta took Noelle's hand and led her to the ocean. They spshed each other in the waves until a familiar, looming figure appeared on the shore.

  Captain Yami had arrived.

  "What are you guys doing?" he growled.

  "We're on vacation, Captain!" Asta chirped.

  "Did I ever say you were on vacation?" Yami asked. In a sudden blur of movement, he buried every single one of them neck-deep in the sand. "Okay, listen up, you idiots."

  Yami began briefing them on the mission. Their destination was the Underwater Temple—which, as the name suggested, was located deep beneath the sea. The Bck Bulls were shocked to see him taking the work so seriously. Yami ignored their expressions and looked directly at Noelle.

  "Noelle."

  "Yes, Captain?" she squeaked.

  "Can you take us there?" Asta asked.

  "Wait. I can, but let me ask Sir Kowalsky if he's ready to go now," Noelle said. Her grimoire floated above the sand, followed by her crossbow nding beside it. Suddenly, Kowalsky appeared, yawning as he looked at Noelle.

  "What do you want, young dy?" he asked.

  "Can you take us to the Underwater Temple?" she requested. "My Water Shield can't move us through those strong currents."

  "I could—" Kowalsky started, but he stopped abruptly. He looked out at the water and smirked.

  The Bck Bulls watched the spirit, confused by his sudden change in mood.

  "What happened?" Noelle asked.

  "Hmm, I think we should not go today, young dy," Kowalsky said.

  "Why?" Asta asked, tilting his head.

  "I could take you guys now," Kowalsky replied, his eyes narrowing at the horizon, "but I think that spirit will attack us."

  "Who?"

  "A strong water spirit. I think it was intimidated by me," Kowalsky said, his eyes still fixed on the horizon. "Judging from its age, it's an ancient one... hmmm... a water dragon."

  "Nice! A water dragon!" Luck cheered, sparks already dancing off his skin. "Let me fight it!"

  "Please don't!" Finral cried,

  "So, when do you think we can go?" Yami asked, taking a long puff from his cigarette. The spirit was still staring at the water with a smirk, so Yami stepped forward to grab his attention. "What about next week? It's a full moon then; the currents should be slower."

  "It's the perfect time," Kowalsky agreed before fading back into the crossbow. "Call me when the time comes. I can't wait to see that 'kid' try to intimidate me again."

  A brief silence fell over the group, save for the crackle of Yami's cigarette. Finally, he addressed the entire squad.

  "The mission starts next week. Use this time to train. I want all of you to surpass your limits by then!"

  The Bck Bulls let out a unified "Yes, sir!" before immediately sprinting back to their games on the beach. Yami watched them with a sigh of dismay, but since the mission was still a week away, he decided to let them have their fun.

  well i hope you enjoy this chapter as much i enjoy writing it

  and if you enjoy this chapter, you will enjoy the next one

  anyways good bye! next update is either sunday or monday