"Yeah, you said it, a sacred community of destiny."
Bologue said, extending his fist.
Looking at Bologue's extended fist, Aimou hesitated a bit and said openly, "The way you look now, we seem like brothers in arms."
"There's not much difference, you know," Bologue got interested in this topic, "thinking about it, it's really like that."
Aimou was at a loss for words and sighed helplessly, "Could you please not always ruin the mood like this?"
"I'm just a bit shy." Bologue said with embarrassment when his lame joke was seen through.
"Even the great Bologue can be shy?"
"Maybe, it's like a strange threshold," Bologue thought for a moment and added, "you've seen those family movies, right? By the end, when the jokes have been told, that atmosphere suddenly comes up."
"Yeah," Aimou nodded, "and then everyone hugs and cries together."
"Exactly."
