The combat hall was dim as I stepped in; the few lights still on illuminated Kaito's lonesome figure in the center. He sat cross-legged, eyes closed as though meditating.
The man made no acknowledgement of my presence. I was sure he was aware.
Looking around awkwardly, I scratched my neck before carefully sauntering right up to him. As much as I wanted to punch his face in, standing before his 'defenseless' figure, I felt no burning anger or urge to take a shot.
What I felt most clearly was the memory of his blade against my neck. Just as I began rubbing my neck to ease it, Kaito's eyelids flipped open.
His eyes landed on me immediately; they were indifferent. Bored, as if staring at a waste of time.
"So you've finally arrived, Victor."
"Yes, Instructor."
Kaito pushed himself up. He made no acknowledgement of the fact that he'd almost let a skinwalker kill me, and instead just stood there, scanning me from top to bottom.
"You've been marked by the Lady?"
"Yes. I have, sir."
