Reggie glanced back at Iori Hazenoki, a trace of displeasure in his eyes.
"Iori Hazenoki! What's with you? Brother Ogi is from the Zenin Family. Why would he lie to you?"
Iori Hazenoki scoffed.
"Since when did you become so quick to trust people, Reggie?"
He climbed through the window into the corridor, slipped his hands into his pockets, and strolled up to Ogi Zenin.
Ogi Zenin's gaze settled on Iori Hazenoki, a flicker of wariness in his eyes.
According to the intelligence, Iori Hazenoki ranked second only to Reggie among the "Tokyo Four Heavenly Kings." He was powerful enough to rival "Takaba, who was powerful enough to rival Satoru Gojo."
Ogi Zenin had no idea why "powerful enough to rival" appeared twice in the report. Perhaps Maki had written it twice by accident.
"You're Ogi Zenin?" Iori Hazenoki stopped before him, his chin tilted up slightly.
"You said you were the rightful head of the Zenin Family?"
"That's right." Ogi Zenin nodded. "I'm the strongest swordsman in the Zenin Family. The position of family head should have been mine!"
"The strongest swordsman?"
Surprise crossed Iori Hazenoki's face. He didn't seem convinced.
His gaze swept over the sword at Ogi Zenin's waist, and interest sparked in his eyes.
"Let's see how strong you are."
Reggie frowned.
"Iori Hazenoki!"
"Stay out of this, Reggie." Iori Hazenoki cut him off. "I know what you're thinking, but I need to handle this myself."
He fixed Ogi Zenin with a sharp stare.
"Sir Ogi, if you want to work with us, show us what you can do."
Ogi Zenin's gaze moved between Iori Hazenoki and Reggie.
Reggie had scolded Iori Hazenoki, but he hadn't taken a single step or made any move to stop him.
Clearly, he wanted to see the result too.
Ogi