The paper fan unfolded.
Countless deadly scraps of paper swirled around Kalluto.
Luo Ye watched the scraps, and the Nen inside him began to surge.
Paper Snowstorm, huh.
This kid's attacks would be pretty good for grinding agility.
He was just about to step forward and tank a couple of hits to test the waters.
"Please stop, madam."
A man's voice rang out.
It was flat as a straight line, devoid of emotion.
The clash on the verge of erupting stopped just like that.
A man emerged from the woods, with two junior attendants following behind him.
A black suit.
Gold-rimmed glasses.
Hair combed so neatly it looked fake.
His strides weren't long.
But every step seemed to land on their hearts.
Kalluto's paper fan went still.
Kikyo whipped her head around.
The red light in her electronic eye flickered wildly, locking onto the newcomer.
"Gotoh!"
"You dare stop me? Are you rebelling?"
Gotoh walked into their midst and stopped.
He bowed at an angle so precise it might have been measured with a ruler.
"I wouldn't dare."
He raised his head, his eyes unreadable behind his gold-rimmed glasses.
"But these are Master Silva's orders."
Silva.
That name was like a bucket of cold water, dousing most of Kikyo's fury.
"The master asks that you return to the main house immediately, madam, and leave this matter to me."
Gotoh's tone was respectful.
But his words left no room for discussion.
"H-he can't do this!"
Kikyo stamped her foot, the red light in her electronic eye flickering even more erratically.
"These brats have gone too far!"
"Please return to the main house, madam."
Gotoh repeated himself, his voice dropping.
Kikyo gritted her teeth hard enough to shatter them.
In this household, Silva's word was law.
She didn't dare disobey.
"We're leaving,