Kaito
Togashi checked corners with his body.
Kaito had seen agents do this before. Most of them were dead. The ones who were not kept three paces between themselves and the nearest wall, enough room to pivot without getting pinned. It was not instinct. It was practice. The kind that came from watching someone else get pinned first.
B-grade, Squad Two. Jaw scar. Silent since the path split.
Good. Talkers died first in corridors.
Kaito matched the spacing. His sword shifted with each step and he adjusted the sheath angle without breaking stride. The weight was familiar. The cost of drawing it was not something he allowed himself to consider in tight quarters.
Kise followed behind them. Gauze wrapped her right hand, pressed to her stomach. Her left held two charges, thumb resting on the primer. She did not need Togashi's signals to find the gap in their formation. She stepped into it without hesitation.
Two charges. That was everything.
