Good question.
"I..."
"I just had a feeling."
Persia remained unconvinced.
Munnu simply shrugged.
"We'll take it."
Several minutes later—
Kai pointed again.
"There."
Another usable component.
Then another.
Then another.
Eventually...
Even Persia stopped questioning it.
Instead—
He quietly began watching Kai.
Not with hostility.
With curiosity.
---
As the afternoon stretched on...
The carts slowly filled.
Hovercraft stabilizers.
Old circuit plates.
Mana conductors.
Broken alloys.
Ancient machine parts.
Munnu grinned.
"Good haul."
Kai nodded absentmindedly.
Yet his thoughts remained elsewhere.
The Memory Hub.
The countless versions of himself.
One sentence echoed louder than the rest.
"You can only walk one path."
Magic.
Or...
Magic Circuits.
He subconsciously looked at his own hands.
No glowing circuits.
Only skin.
And faint traces of mana flowing around him.
"..."
If he already possessed mana...
Then...
The path before him seemed obvious.
"...Magic Circuits..."
He whispered.
Not because another Kai had chosen them.
Not because someone ordered him to.
Because if those memories were real...