"Swoosh!"
Thousands of white feathers soared, like a stupendous snowfall.
Countless, stark white Flying Birds—they fearlessly speared towards the vivid red tubing, using their bodies to shield Noah from the onslaught.
Until they were thoroughly pierced, their feathers soaked in crimson, their bodies weakly plummeting—
Doomsday City had nurtured many precious creatures; the Flying Birds were among them.
They were aggressive, proud, and valued their freedom. If humans tried to forcibly control them, they would crash into walls and perish by their own will.
But only one person could make them submit, make them fight for him.
He shared the Flying Birds' nature and temperament. During the Dawn War that year, he fought in the sky, his blond hair fluttering, his stance as free and fearless as the birds.
—The new century's Flying Bird.
