"Unfortunately, you no longer have the chance."
When that voice rang out behind Koina Atsuro, his eyes instantly widened to their limit.
"—?!"
By the time Koina Atsuro reacted and sharply turned around to look behind him, a shadow had already flashed in front of him.
"Tendo-Style Combat Arts, First Form, Eighth Move—!"
Rentaro glared at Koina Atsuro with unprecedented fury, taking his stance as his left hand clenched into a fist.
"Firework Fan—!"
A straight punch shot forth from Rentaro's hand.
Bang—!
With a dull impact, Rentaro's fist slammed heavily into Koina Atsuro's stomach, driving viciously into his flesh.
"Guh—!"
Koina Atsuro immediately let out a muffled cry of agony, his entire body collapsing as he clutched his abdomen, his face twisted in pain.
"You should be grateful I didn't use my prosthetic arm." Rentaro looked down at Koina Atsuro coldly.
"Otherwise, it wouldn't have been as simple as a little pain."
"You...?!" Koina Atsuro gritted his teeth tightly, his gaze toward Rentaro filled with shock and disbelief.
However, Koina Atsuro did not have much time to be shocked.
Beside him, the phone that had fallen to the ground made a sound.
"What is it? What happened?"
Upon hearing that voice, Koina Atsuro's expression immediately froze.
Yet this time, before Koina Atsuro could react, a hand reached out before him and picked up the phone from the ground under his watchful gaze.
"Hello." Noah spoke indifferently.
"How should I address you?"
All sound on the other end of the phone vanished in that instant.
After a while, an extremely low voice came through again.
"You're not dead?"
"Many people want me dead, but unfortunately, I've always been alive and well." Noah's tone did not change in the slightest, remaining as calm as ever.
"Then, mysterious person who wishes for