Wangchuan looked at her.
Before that fading figure disappeared completely.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, and a gentle smile curved his lips.
"All right."
"I'll tell them."
"Mm!"
"Thank you, Mr. Wangchuan."
Riko Amanai's smile grew a little brighter in that instant.
Like a lamp on the verge of going out receiving one last drop of oil.
Then her figure receded completely.
Wangchuan stood where he was.
"The Star Plasma Vessel, Riko Amanai."
He spoke softly.
"In the end, she was really just an ordinary little girl."
Then he turned around, slipped both hands back into his pockets, and prepared to open a passage and leave.
He had only just lifted his foot.
Then he stopped.
"Oh~"
His gaze fell on a spot about ten meters ahead to his right, and his pupils contracted slightly.
The curve of his lips changed.
"Well, well, well..."
He tilted his head, his voice carrying undisguised interest.
"If it isn't the Zenin Clan's Heavenly Tyrant, Toji Zenin."
A figure stood there amid the grayish white.
A black tank top hugged his lean, powerful upper body, and the gray light sharply outlined the muscles in his arms.
An old scar near the left corner of his mouth extended from his lip to his jaw, like some sort of mark.
He stood there with both hands in his trouser pockets, his posture loose and relaxed.
He looked at Wangchuan.
"Well."
He spoke in a lazy tone, as though he had only recently woken up.
"Didn't expect you to know me."
Wangchuan pulled one hand out of his pocket and waved casually in his direction.
"It'd be hard not to."
"I know Satoru Gojo. You still remember who killed you back then, don't you?"
His final words rose with an unmistakably teasing lilt.
"Toji Zenin."
Toji did