Some Noble Act

Izumi's eyes widened in an instant, mirroring the expressions of the rest of his group. His fingers twitched slightly, his grip tightening around the handle of his weapon. "You can't possibly have killed all of them... You had help, right?" he asked, his voice slightly shaky, as if refusing to believe what he was seeing.

Isamu scoffed, rolling his shoulders as if shaking off an invisible weight. His clothes were stained in dried blood, his expression impassive despite the carnage around him. "Help?" he echoed, his tone laced with disdain. His piercing gaze settled on Izumi, eyes like shards of ice. "Let me tell you something, Izumi—that is your name, right?"

Izumi gave a quick nod, an unconscious motion of acknowledgment.