A while later, a group arrived outside the door. Three people led the way. On the left was a strange-looking woman whose head alone was almost as big as a water barrel.
Her messy dark-purple hair exploded outward, as thick as a little forest. She could probably have hidden several people in it. She had long, dense eyelashes, pale blue eyeshadow, purple lipstick, and an unusually large mouth.
Her clothes were just as strange: fishnet stockings, a cape, and a low-cut bodysuit.
On another woman, that low neckline would have turned heads. What it revealed on her, though, were thick, powerful chest muscles.
She was frightening to look at. There was nothing soft about her; she was a monster of a woman. As she walked, she swayed her enormous hips and laughed without stopping.
On the right stood an even taller man, as imposing as a mountain. His face showed nothing, and he was as cold as an unfeeling machine.
With those two monsters flanking him like guardian statues, the man in the black cloak between them looked almost normal. At least he was not several meters tall.
Yet the black-cloaked man had the most commanding presence of the three. Even as he stood in the doorway, his cloak snapped in the wind, and a faint black mist seemed to rise from him. The cloak covered everything but his face.
A square-patterned tattoo marked that face. Just then, lightning split the clouds, and in its brief flash, Ye Chen saw the man's fearsome face smiling at him.
"Kid, this is Koshiro's dojo, isn't it? Is he here?"
His voice was deep and slightly hoarse, but it carried tremendous authority. The pressure he gave off was formidable, and even his smile was frightening.
"Hee-haw! The man asked you a question, kid.