Sengoku answered Tsuru with a look, seemingly saying that with Zephyr's constitution, how could a few hard slaps from him possibly have caused something to go wrong with his brain?
Of course, Zephyr, lying in the hospital bed, also noticed Tsuru and Sengoku exchanging looks.
His gaze swept back and forth between them, and then he frowned.
"Wait, what's with you two? You don't believe me? Sure, you nearly got killed by him last time, Sengoku, but that was you, not me."
"Huh?"
Sengoku's brow twitched slightly at that, and the corner of his eye jumped twice. "Zephyr, why are you bringing that up?"
"I didn't mean anything else by it. I just wanted to tell you, Sengoku, that I did what you couldn't. I defeated Ron with my own hands," Zephyr said earnestly.
Tsuru took two steps closer, then lowered her voice. "Well, Zephyr. Even if we give you every benefit of the doubt, is it possible that defeating Ron was just a dream?"
Zephyr was speechless. That battle where every punch struck flesh, that exhilarating showdown, those three days and nights without rest or sleep-he could still remember it all vividly.
And they were telling him it was a dream?
"What do you mean? A dream? Honestly, even if I were looking for something to pick apart, I couldn't come up with an excuse like that."
Zephyr paused, then quickly added, "No... hold on, what's wrong with you two? I'm just sharing how the battle went. Why are you arguing with me?"
Sengoku fell silent, going over the information he had received once more.
Then he felt something was amiss. If it had been a dream, Zephyr couldn't possibly have failed to tell the difference.
Then... there was only one possibility left.
Ron possessed an ability that could