Azazel rushed at Sai at full speed, his small body moving with everything he had. He clenched his fist tightly and threw a punch with all his might.
Sai didn't even flinch.
The instant Azazel's fist collided with his body, the force of the impact rebounded through the young devil's arm.
CRACK!
Azazel's fist ruptured completely from the recoil.
Sai remained perfectly still.
"Come on! You can hit harder!" he encouraged, a grin spreading across his face.
He was genuinely enjoying himself.
Perhaps a little too much.
After all, this was his opportunity to get revenge under the guise of training.
It might have been a while since their last encounter, but Sai hadn't forgotten the fact that Azazel had once beaten him up—even if that particular event had yet to happen from his current perspective.
Still, we have to figure out how to awaken his abilities.
The Azazel from Sai's memories was far stronger.
And far more psychotic.
The young devil standing in front of him was neither.
