His name is Midori Yoru. He is one who taught Izanaji Ryuzin to use Kai and one of the few people who survived the Mana Incident, scaring the left half of his body.
Reina burst into laughter, clapping her hands. "That was so worth it."
Commander Kaito rubbed his temples, sighing. "Not even five minutes into the meeting…"
I exhaled, giving Fūto a smirk as the pressure on my chest eased. "Guess we'll have to finish this later, Windbag."
Fūto huffed, crossing his arms as the dark tendril disappeared. "Tch. Don't get too comfortable. Next time, you won't have anyone stopping me."
I grinned. "I'll be waiting."
But the moment wasn't over. My Kai surged through my veins like wildfire. There was something about the feeling of resistance—the way Yoru had tried to suppress me—that made my blood boil. I pushed. Hard.
