A gentle breeze swept over the hill.
On the other side stood three figures in black robes trimmed with silver-white, dressed like monks. They suddenly spoke.
"We have never denied the strength of the Seventeen Families, but conventional power cannot defeat those two..."
"This is the will of the great N. Our operation must be flawless!"
"They must not be allowed to leave Fakola Island!"
Aged, cold, hoarse.
Three distinctly different voices rang out, drawing a cold smile from the woman who had spoken first.
"Team Plasma's determination is admirable, but why have neither Ghetsis nor this so-called N come? A mere three of the Seven Sages? Forgive my bluntness... you aren't even qualified to sit at the table."
"Pa...!"
"Shut up!"
One of the black-robed men flew into a rage and was about to speak, but Black Yi Ryuusei cut him off with a cold shout.
The man froze, then seemed to realize something and fell silent again.
Black Yi Ryuusei looked down at the forest and smiled coldly.
"I understand what you mean. I also know that you only found the courage to cooperate this time because those two don't have their main teams with them... heh, a Dark Organization..."
"Why all this anger? It is precisely because people fail to understand one another that this world loses its light..."
The unexpected voice changed the expressions of everyone except Black Yi Ryuusei, and they turned to look.
A figure stood on the path leading toward the cliff.
"You... you're!"
Someone cried out in surprise, while the woman looked visibly stunned.
"B-Boss!?"
The newcomer was tall and wore a black suit. His flame-like hair swept backward like a lion king's mane. He looked at the woman and spoke softly.
"This place isn't suited to you. Your identity must remain