Yushiro (3)

I left Kenji and Takahiro behind, giving them time to process the information. That was my intention—to encourage them, to keep their spirits high. But as I made my way down the corridor, I paused for a brief moment.

Something was off.

My senses picked up a faint trace of Hashi lingering near the wall near our room. Someone was there, their presence carefully concealed. I didn't react, didn't even glance in their direction. If they were hiding, there was a reason.

Were they passing by? Or had they come from our room?

I allowed my eyes a fleeting scan, just enough to catch a glimpse without raising suspicion. My vision, attuned to Hashi, recognized the distinct flow of energy within the person's body. Hashi was unique to each individual, like a signature, and I had memorized them all.

This one was unmistakable. Smooth yet twisted, curling like tendrils of smoke.

Blade.

A knowing smirk tugged at my lips, though I kept my posture relaxed, feigning ignorance as I stepped into the room. The door shut behind me, but Blade didn't follow.

I let my gaze sweep across the space, carefully noting the subtle traces of her presence. Her Hashi lingered on nearly everything—faint, but undeniable. She had touched everything, yet each item was placed back perfectly, as if untouched.

Impressive.

But I don't appreciate being invaded.

I exhaled slowly, my smirk widening.

A gentleman always repays a favor.

And I intend to return this one tenfold.

Now that… that sounds fun.