Just outside of his window, he can see someone swinging around a weapon in broad daylight, along with a blue-headed friend nearby. The aforementioned weapon looks like a polearm being wielded by a purple blur of --
-- oh no.
In mere seconds, Otonashi is scrambling--albeit unsuccessfully-- to open the window and straining his already wrecked voice to talk to them.]
Noda, no! [But since they probably can't hear him, he resorts to pitifully pressing and clawing at the ever-oppressive window.]
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Just outside of his window, he can see someone swinging around a weapon in broad daylight, along with a blue-headed friend nearby. The aforementioned weapon looks like a polearm being wielded by a purple blur of --
-- oh no.
In mere seconds, Otonashi is scrambling--albeit unsuccessfully-- to open the window and straining his already wrecked voice to talk to them.]
Noda, no! [But since they probably can't hear him, he resorts to pitifully pressing and clawing at the ever-oppressive window.]