In that instant just now.
She had truly grasped the feeling.
The embryonic form of [Tendo Sword Drawing Technique: Zero Type]!
-it belonged to her alone.
-an absolute killing technique born for revenge!
"As long as I have this..."
"As long as I can master this move completely..."
"I can fight my way back!"
"I can send the murderers who killed my parents... the scum of the Tendo Family who took everything from me... straight to hell!"
At that moment.
Kisara Tendo felt her heart, long since scorched dry by the flames of revenge, begin pounding fiercely again.
She could hardly wait to share this joy with someone.
And in this world.
There was only one person with whom she could share these feelings without reservation, only one person who could understand this obsession of hers.
That guy alone.
Her childhood friend, who was clumsy, poor, and even something of a hopeless do-gooder, but had always stayed by her side.
-Rentaro Satomi.
At that thought.
Kisara Tendo did not even have time to change her clothes or wipe the sweat still on her face. She turned and rushed out of the dojo, heading straight for the front room of the office.
"Rentaro!"
Before she even entered, Kisara Tendo's voice had already carried inside.
It held an excitement rarely heard from her.
"Are you there?!"
"Come out!"
"I have good news to tell you!"
"I just..."
However.
When Kisara Tendo pushed open the office's rickety wooden door and saw the scene inside.
Her words stopped short.
There.
The black-haired boy who should have been sitting at the desk handling paperwork, or worrying about the rent-Rentaro Satomi.
Was standing by the window with his back to her.
At the sound of her voice.
Rentaro Satomi turned around.
His still-youthful face did not