Ridan floated behind Hazuki, still munching through their shared meal, until something caught his eye.
Two cloaked figures approaching from behind—too smooth, too quiet, too close. His eyes narrowed.
"Hazuki."
"What?"
Hazuki replied, mouth still full, chewing lazily.
"Turn around and kick."
"...Why?"
Hazuki blinked, confused.
Ridan grinned mischievously.
"Just show me your flashy move. Humor me."
Hazuki shrugged, raising an eyebrow.
"You ask for it."
He stuffed the last bite into his mouth, dropped the empty skewer, and channelled mana into his foot.
With a faint fwoosh, his right boot burst into flames—his elemental control swirling the fire dramatically along his leg.
"EEEEEEK!! FIRE!!"
Hazuki screamed.
"IT'S ON ME!! WHY IS IT ON ME!?"
Panicking, he spun around and kicked wildly—
CRACK!!!
The blazing boot struck the chin of the first assassin, launching him into the air with a sickening snap.
