Spectral Showdown

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[Never thought you're going to get this far, Kazushige, just to impress our mentor? Tch.]

Kazushige replied with a hint of sarcasm: "Oh, you underestimate me, and yes I'm here to impress everyone  and boast it in front of your ugly face, But if a bit of gloating along the way happens to get under your skin, consider it a bonus."

[Oh, is that so? Well, good luck with that, Kazushige. Because the only thing that's going to be under anyone's skin for too long is your smug arrogance.]

"Oh-ho! Look who's talking now!—the fact that you're the one injured while I remain unscathed. Seems like your little attitude problem might just be catching up to you. How does it feel to be on the receiving end, brat?"

[Fucking Bitch--]

He immediately ended the call with a smirk on his face. He was satisfied and now that he found the information he was looking for he immediately arrived at the hospital.

He had just finished reviewing the school records when a particular name caught his attention. Fortunately, he was able to obtain the student information and found his full name, he was a senior highschool student whom he had seen earlier that morning. During his inquiry, he discovered that the person he was looking for was quite well-known for his exceptional running abilities, often compared to the speed of a racing car on a track. Impressive.

After examining the building for a brief moment, he noticed a man storming out of the hospital's entrance, appearing visibly angry. In an instant, he recognized the man, even from a distance.

And there he was... He promptly trailed behind him wherever he was going, only to come to a sudden halt when his gaze landed on a girl hurrying towards him...

It was the girl who was chasing him earlier, he couldn't help but be amused at the situation. Her dedication, she didn't stop pursuing her personal vendetta.

He smirked. what a damn lucky day...

As Kazuki walked towards the back of the hospital, seeking a moment of peace to release his built-up anger
and frustration away from any onlookers. Fucktard! Figures, always think they can get everything they want!

How could his own mother, who he loved very much do this to him? All his life he dedicated himself to his mother, taking care of her and never left her all by herself because he is all he has and this? He would rather be dead than to stay with that bastard of a father who left them because of their so called 'Business.'

Say everything they want to say, but I'm not sticking my butt with an old hag and his damned family! As he attempted to compose himself, one hand against the wall and the other on his hip, head bowed and gasped for breath, when suddenly--!

His eyes widened in shock as he yelled in agony. "AHHHHH!!!" He felt the impact of someone's fist striking his head like a sledgehammer. "WHAT THE FUCK!?"

He quickly glanced behind him, only to be met with the same fist heading straight into his face in an instant.

"AHH! fuck--argh!" Another blow landed on his stomach, but he managed to endure the impact. He considered himself fortunate to withstand such brutal attacks from a mysterious and vicious viper whose name will remain unknown to him. What the hell!?

"Sorry won't fix anything!" He trailed off when he heard the voice of a woman....

When he raised his gaze to meet hers, he was confronted by her furious expression. Time seemed to stand still as he struggled to make sense of the situation. Anger welled up within him, urging him to attack, to strike back at her as he had been struck, to inflict the same pain upon her. But all he could do was to stare, seemingly lost in the turmoil of his conflicting emotion.

"You ran away without saying sorry genuinely! You brat!" She replied angrily.

But all he could manage was to remain silent, his gaze fixed on her, consumed by a sense of unease. The emotions swirling in his heart were inexplicable. Why was his heart reacting in such a manner? Why did it ache so intensely? Did this girl have a profound impact on everyone she encountered? Or ... Something else?

Earlier, he hadn't experienced these kinds of sentiments, but he indeed caught a brief glimpse of her when he glanced back running and apologizing since he was in a rush to go to the hospital.

"HEY! are you listening!? Are you deaf!? Do I have to......"

He was lost in the whirlwind of his own emotions, unable to pinpoint the source of this unfamiliar feeling. It wasn't love, no, but something else entirely. A prickling sensation that demanded his attention, it has to do something with her, Yet, who was she? What was this strange pull he felt? He was lost in the sea of confusion and frustration desperately trying to make sense of it all. He wasn't overreacting, he was simply bewildered. he never felt this feeling. Before.

She was about to tap his shoulder, a gentle touch meant to bring him back to the present, when a strong hand clamped down on her wrist. The sudden intrusion jolted them both, their gazes snapping towards the source of the interruption.

"Didn't anyone teaches you not to hurt other people back?" The man's voice was a chilling whisper, a low growl that sent a shiver down her spine. He glared down at her, his eyes hard and unforgiving, as she froze, her eyes widened slightly staring at the man In front of him and he frowned and pushed him aside putting himself in between them, getting pissed.

"Let her go, who are you!?"

The man stumbled back but managed to regain balance and looked over him. "I came here to talk to you." He uttered, in a chilling voice.

"What?"

"I am here to talk to you....Kazuki Kanashiro."

She took a step back, her gaze dropping to the ground, the source of her uneasiness was a mystery, Even to those closest to her, her expressions remained a puzzle, an enigma wrapped in stoicism. It was impossible to discern sadness from anger, joy from despair.

"I'm going..." She muttered something, her face unreadable, and hurried away. Kazuki was about to call out to her, but she was already gone. Instead of continuing on her path, she ducked behind a wall, eavesdropping on the conversation. She gulped as she tried to listen to the both of them.

What does he want from him?

The possibility of being close to him was enough to make her freeze, her unease hidden as she eavesdropped on their conversation from a nearby wall, where she was effectively unseen.

She hid behind the wall, listening to what the man had to say to him, she isn't going back, not until she hears what she has to say to him, but deep down she knew that the person who was talking to him had no intention of hurting him. But the guy who "hurt" him seemed like the type of person who would shut out or hurt people, Just Incase....

She sighed as she bit her lip and clenched her fist looking down at the ground.

As she continued to eavesdrop to their conversation....