Suzune, Haruka, Sosuke and Hari immediately felt the space itself began to vibrate as the pale, ethereal Ki swirling around Seijirou was no longer a gentle mist; it had become a localized pressure front, cold and sharp enough to make the air in the auditorium feel like a vacuum.
Seijirou shifted his weight, like a predator preparing for a lethal lunge, and was about to strike Yoshiro when a massive, calloused hand clamped onto his shoulder.
It was Jun, who had moved with a surprising, heavy speed, his fingers digging into Seijirou's shoulder like iron talons.
"No need to escalate things further, boy," Jun rumbled, his voice thick with a warning. "Know that at this moment, the Rebel Council is busy fending off the Bully Society's desperate counter-attacks. We can't afford to waste too much manpower on a backwater district like this. But if you draw blood now, we will be forced to send a legion. We will wreck the 24th District until there isn't a single stone left standing."
