Ryuen's breath caught in his throat as he read the lips of the figure.
"Obtain the thirtieth skill, and then I'll show myself, Sato."
His mind raced. Sato. It had been years since anyone had called him that name.
Except for the voices in his head and his sister, no one else knew—or maybe he had never paid enough attention to realize if anyone did.
But he had never told anyone that name. Never dared to. He didn't see the point.
So how did this figure know it?
Was it mocking him? Warning him?
Before he could process it further, the figure vanished—or at least, that's what it looked like.
But he could still feel it was there.
Then, an arm suddenly landed on his shoulder.
"What are you doing?"
Daiki's voice shattered the silence, causing Ryuen to frown.
He sighed and turned toward Daiki with a relaxed expression and a slight smile—one that didn't quite reach his eyes.