Atman kept smileling, like he was just too excited.
He stood on the old platform with rain running down his cloak and dripping from his hair, hands raised loosely in front of him as if he waited for Kenzo to decide how serious this was going to be.
Kenzo faced him a few steps away, shoulders loose and relaxed, hammer floating near his side. The head of it looked too heavy to move fast, too heavy to lift easily.
Raizen watched in silence, umbrella over him and Saffi. The platform felt smaller and more ominous, now that the two of them stood on it like it was a ring, and they were witnessing the fight of the century.
Saffi sat close under the umbrella, back straight, eyes wide. She looked alert and slightly concerned like she already regretted being here.
Raizen glanced at her once, then back at the two grown men that acted like teenagers.
Atman's lips moved. Raizen didn't hear it over the rain, but he caught the meaning from the way his shoulders tensed.
"Let's go."
