"Haha! Moxi! Pay up, that knife of yours is mine!"
A young man with a head of silver hair laughed boisterously.
The young man of the Nourishing Soul branch that had jeered at Ryu was sitting at one of many of the banquet tables. With how things were designed, those crossing the barrier had practically become the entertainment of those waiting for the real festivities to begin as they could see the whole process from start to finish.
Clearly, then, they knew that Ryu had taken a long time not because he struggled, but rather because he was comprehending something. In fact, they had even begun taking bets on just what Realm he was comprehending.
This young man, known as Moxi by his friends and family. Maybe because he felt some solidarity with Ryu's white hair matching his own, but he bet that Ryu must have been entering the Dominion Realm. Obviously, when this wasn't the case, he was greatly disappointed and even had to fork over a knife he was a bit fond of.
