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❝There's always a person that you hate for no reason.❞
╔.▲.═════════╗ Bad blood ╚═════════.▼.╝
A brilliant gold drifting in the sky, the sweet sounds of the day were caused by the chattering of birds; and the air ruffling the crown of green meadows.
It was a beautiful day to begin with.
The sun rays finding its way to warm one's skin underneath its presence, one boy was kneeling on the ground with a huge lump forming on top of his golden, messy hair.
Eyes like the color of marigold were brimming with tears collapsing on his red cheeks, he lamented upon the tons of scolding he endured from his master.
"Gramps, can we take a break? I've been practicing for more than three hours straight!"
"Zenitsu, we talked about this." Jigoro's eyebrow twitching in irritation, sighing once more before he pinched his nose bridge.
"Any more of this training, I feel like I'm gonna die from exhaustion!" The boy argued, both of his hands fisted as the tiredness made him snapped.
"Please, Gramps!" Zenitsu desperately begged the former hashira for a practice break.
Behind the crying student and the teacher, was the other man with turquoise orbs glaring on one certain person.
His footsteps is filled with heavy rumbling of noise which first attracts the attention of the crying blonde and then the master.
A delighted smile breaks out on Kuwajima's face, his wooden staff pound into the ground—expressing his joy towards the appearance of another disciple of his.
"Kaigaku, welcome back!"
A black-haired man, older than Zenitsu was wearing a black kimono with blue obi and multiple necklaces adorned in his neck.
Kaigaku bowed his head in respect for Kuwajima, making the old man nodded in pleased for his older student's behavior.
"I see that you have passed the final selection, and return here." Pride blooming inside the elderly white-haired hashira.
Zenitsu was blinking in confusion, his tears stopped when he noticed the man's heart sounded so angry.
And his yellow-brown eyes widened when he learned where that sound was directed on.
As if he was correct on his notion, Kaigaku's turquiose eyes were not hiding his obvious dislike of him and simply stared at him.
With hatred.
Zenitsu's blood run cold and he shivers upon the look that Kaigaku gave him.
"Pardon me master, but who's this new fellow?" The tone of his is dripping with dissatisfaction.
