Peace.
Peace was what was normal, now the Kishin had been dead for over two years. Rather than bonds being that of comrades and brothers-in-arms, they were normal, average friendships. Rather than making enemies on the two sides of good and evil, people made enemies from personal experiences. Rather than meeting up on the battlefield, the students had sleepovers, went out to eat, played on the streets, and had fun, like kids.
The world was now normal.
And thus, we were normalising.
