Renji leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowing. "This is about the dungeon exam, isn't it?"
Ezra's tone was steady, confident. "Yes. You haven't been inside one before—same as us when we started. But I can guarantee your safety. The test's in a week."
Renji raised an eyebrow. "Is it really okay? I mean… what if I slow you down?"
"You've trained with us for a month," Ezra said with a faint smirk. "You'll manage. Trust me."
Renji gave a short nod.
Ezra turned to Xavier. "Go register us. Leader—me. Members—Dravis, you, and Renji."
Xavier left without a word.
Renji hesitated, then leaned forward. "About that mana core I mentioned… I told my father. He sent elite hunters to check. Nothing."
Ezra's gaze sharpened, voice dropping an octave. "Don't worry. I'll handle it. But we stick to our deal—fifty percent yours, fifty percent mine."
Renji nodded.
Ezra's expression shifted, his words slower now. "Renji… have you heard of the collapsed Rift in Silvermist Valley?"
