The sudden question caught Durant off guard, his mind flashing to the blasted door. Could it be that even people could be blasted apart?
A horrifying thought seared through his mind. What had puzzled him before—the ninja's body missing from the detention cell—now became chillingly clear. That Superpower wasn't limited to buildings; it could be applied directly to the human body.
Durant drew a sharp breath and answered truthfully, "Mediocre."
"I'm quite fond of fireworks," Aozawa said, one hand on his hip as he sashayed forward. It was a bewitchingly fluid movement, yet there was no sense of incongruity when performed by this body. "The beauty that blooms in an instant—it can be called art."
Kintaro glanced at him and laughed. "To dare approach me so defenselessly, you've got guts. Too bad you're not too bright!" The moment he finished speaking, Kintaro's feet pushed off the ground with force, charging forward like a wild bull.
