In the pitch-black room, a petite shadow sat on the bed, staring at the screen in her hands. Displayed on it was none other than a recording of Fang Zheng's live-streamed battle with Toudou Touka. Although there had not seemed to be much reaction online after that duel, the download count for this recording alone showed just how much attention it had received.
After all, Toudou Touka was an expert in close combat, and Fang Zheng had demonstrated strength even greater than hers. Footage of two such masters fighting was exceedingly valuable reference material for students across Academy City who primarily used close-range weapons such as swords.
It was like the game record of a match between two top Go masters. Any skilled Go player would study it closely.
Yet the person before the screen did not care about such trivial matters.
"Masaru-niichan..."
She reached out, pressed pause, looked at Fang Zheng on the screen, and murmured softly.
This girl was none other than Katou Kirin.
As she looked at Fang Zheng on the screen, Katou Kirin wore a deeply complicated expression, holding both joy and disappointment.
To be honest, Fang Zheng's attitude toward Katou Kirin back at the dojo had not been particularly good, nor had it been particularly bad. After all, he was a child of a branch family, and there was naturally an inherent distance between him and the main family. Yet Katou Kirin had liked this older brother of hers very much and had always sought chances to cling to him.
However, everything changed after that day.
Strictly speaking, Katou Kirin herself did not really know what had happened then. When Fang Zheng killed those people, he had covered her eyes. Her vision had gone dark, and then the terrifying thug holding her had released her.