"He's a War Rabbit Tribe member from Falmart World, while those coming over are Yato Clan members~"
The lieutenant who had been trimming his nails put away his dagger and stroked his chin. "They're both 'rabbits.' I wonder what it'll look like when they meet?"
"Don't you think it's interesting?"
"Who cares what kind of rabbits they are."
The human second lieutenant stomped on a centipede that was about to crawl away, a cold sneer on his face.
"They'll soon understand just how ordinary they are."
"Dragon Folk, Sea Folk, and Giants wouldn't dare call themselves the strongest."
"What are a bunch of Yato worth?"
Cheerful laughter and agreement immediately broke out around them.
Suddenly, Lieutenant Colonel Theodore on the rooftop raised his aura.
Those scarlet pupils no longer swept around casually.
Instead, they fixed sharply on the buildings ahead like blades.
Almost at the same time.
All the officers' laughter and chatter abruptly ceased.
The tacit understanding forged through long years of fighting side by side, along with their instincts for danger.
Put them into combat mode at once.
The relaxed atmosphere receded like a tide, replaced by a silent, icy killing intent.
They followed the lieutenant colonel's gaze.
At first, there seemed to be nothing there, only blue skies, white clouds, and the silhouettes of distant buildings.
About ten seconds passed—
Figures emerged like specters freed from gravity.
Moving far faster than ordinary people, they swept out from the shadows of those buildings, across rooftops.
And even down vertical walls.
They barely needed leverage as they leaped and landed, their movements carrying the fluidity and force of fleeing rabbits.
Every bound covered more than a dozen meters.
Leaving nimble afterimages across the ground and through the air.
Scarlet umbrella canopies occasionally flashed beneath the sunlight, like bloodstains scattered