"....."
Silence.
Only the whisper of the wind cut through the forest as the three remaining students stared at the still body of their teammate.
The scent of blood spread faintly through the air.
Gray tilted his head, his eyes gleaming through the smeared paint on his face.
"Aww… don't look at me like that. He was in the way."
The tallest of the three, a spear-user, trembled before gritting his teeth.
"Y-you bastard…!"
He lunged forward, spear glinting with wind mana, but Gray simply stepped sideways, almost lazily, letting the attack cut through the air where his chest had been.
Then came a faint click, barely a whisper of metal tightening.
The spear-user froze.
His eyes widened as invisible threads wrapped around his arm and neck.
"You're so tense, relax…" Gray smiled gently.
The man dropped his weapon, clawing at his throat as the threads lifted him slightly off the ground, strangling the words from his mouth.
"Shh~," Gray whispered, putting a finger to his lips.
