Ishiki looked at the terrible face in front of him, smiling like an insane douchebag. Not that he was not one, Kenji certainly was.
The corner's of Ishiki's mouth twitched and he controlled himself from loosing control of his emotions.
"You," he said.
It was not a greeting, nor a question. The single word was meant for the thing that he had been angry at for three years and he now standing meters away from him with a smile.
Kenji's straightened. "You look well."
Ishiki moved without waiting anymore and pushed his legs, cracking the concrete under the pressure. He crossed the whole canal in between them and reached the other side with enough space to spare.
The invisible blade of [Aether Blade] came up in an angle that makes the opponent choose the part they want to receive the wound at.
Kenji's dark arm came up instinctively, but his eyes widened when he saw that there was no blade, and Ishiki was only clutching at a bladeless handle.
