The moonlight was clear and bright, its soft yet chilly hue reflected upon the petals like tear stains beneath a woman's lightly applied makeup and eyeshadow—beautiful, yet shattered.
As the Kidō Corps watched that magnificent and elegant Kido, their mouths fell open. Could this be considered a type of Kido? Was this really Kido? If this counted as Kido, then did the things they had mastered count as Kido too?
For a moment, all two hundred-plus members of the Kidō Corps, from top to bottom, gazed at the scene beneath the cold moonlight and nearly fell into deep self-doubt.
The gap was one of nearly two different dimensions, a chasm vast enough to erase any desire to catch up.
Yet as they looked at Asano Kiyoshi, who seemed like a god, a powerful urge to follow him arose in their hearts.
Compared with the current Yoshida Tomoya, Asano Kiyoshi far surpassed him, whether in his mastery of Kido or his personal character.
The Kidō Corps members who followed Yoshida Tomoya knew all too well that, in that man's eyes, the lives of ordinary people were not even worthy of being called lives.
Ever since he became the Chief Kido Master, many of the orders he issued had been... spare no cost and destroy the target.
Sometimes, in order to complete a mission, he even deliberately ordered the Kidō Corps to indiscriminately seal off and bombard areas inhabited by ordinary civilians.
At times, when those trapped civilians pounded on the barriers, looked at them in despair, and begged them to open them, they had once softened and wanted to comply.
But the moment a gap opened in the barrier, Yoshida Tomoya would suddenly appear behind the Kidō Corps member who had opened it without authorization. He would then tear off that