The streetlights outside the gates of Shunji High flickered with a rhythmic, buzzing hum, casting long shadows across the pavement.
Seijirou leaned against the cold brick pillar of the school entrance, the picture of casual lethality.
He wore a plain white shirt under a black jacket, paired with dark jeans and clean white sneakers.
He looked less like a king of delinquent and more like a student waiting for a late-night movie, yet the air around him felt heavy, vibrating with the quiet intensity of a storm held in check.
His hand holding his phone, scrolling through manga panels of a newly released series adapted from his favourite video game.
Looking at him, completely relax, you wouldn't know that this man was burning with vengeance for the humiliation he had suffered a month ago.
However, unlike before, he no longer put Saint Shinomiya in his eyes.
His goal and his gaze was now only focus to those who are truly the most powerful.
