Touko looked down at the ball she held in her hand. Purple, pink, and white. This ball was something that could capture anything. And what it contained was a legend that was all but forgotten.
Would the world stay as it was, or would seemingly unbreakable bonds be torn apart like they were made of paper?
This wasn't just a battle between trainers anymore. Not truth or ideals, but who would pick fate. It was war.
"Touko,"
The girl looked up to see the face of the king.
The canvas of emotion on his face was barely readable from where she stood.
Serenity, Confidence, ...Delight?
"Your first move please."
Touko relaxed then tightened her grip on the ball, lips curling into a strange mix of a smile and sneer.
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
And with that the two dragons were released.