A figure stepped forward. Yawning.
"Kaen…"
Kaen's head snapped up, his unstable aura flickering. His eyes widened.
Standing between him and the Clown was a tall, wiry young man with wild, untamed black hair. His uniform hung loosely, collar open, posture slouched like he'd just woken from a nap. But his eyes half-lidded, calm, disinterested held a depth that froze even the Clown mid-movement.
It was Raiden Kurogami.
Khael's eyes sharpened as recognition struck.
He murmured, almost to himself:
"Raiden… the Thunder God."
The sensei of Team Three.
Rae Eluron, Kaen Suro, Lira Valenne— His team.
Raiden scratched the back of his neck, bored.
"Tch. You're noisy, Kaen. Burn yourself out again, and I'll drag your corpse back myself."
Kaen grit his teeth, torn between relief and frustration.
"…Sensei."
The Clown tilted his head, void writhing from his palm. His tone sharpened, curiosity laced with caution.
"You…" A pause. Then a grin beneath the mask.
