On the outskirts of the Senju Clan Compound lay a rather secluded valley that few people usually visited.
Ryuto was crouching there.
His clothes were soaked through, his hair plastered to his forehead, and his ragged breathing sounded like bellows.
"No, this doesn't feel right."
Muttering, he stood up again.
His mind was filled with what had happened in the valley that day. Rena falling, the blood on her chest, and the fire inside him that had roared to life all at once, impossible to hold back.
Then his Ki had exploded, his hair and eyes had changed color, and golden light had poured from his entire body.
It had felt great, and it really had been powerful, but he had been out of his mind with rage. He hadn't been able to control it at all.
Now he wanted to do it again, deliberately.
He closed his eyes, trying hard to recall that "rage." It wasn't ordinary anger, but a stifling anguish, as though something was about to shatter, mixed with a vicious determination to kill them all.
The Ki in his body followed his thoughts, beginning to stir and grow hotter.
Hum.
A wisp of golden light rose from his body, and a few strands of hair floated up.
But a moment later, the light went out and his hair fell back down.
"Fuck." Ryuto cursed and dropped onto his backside.
He had burned through a sizable amount of Ki, all for a single flash.
This was already his thirty-seventh attempt today.
He had been practicing since morning, and the sun was nearly down. Aside from exhausting himself, he hadn't made a damn bit of progress.
"Do I really have to get that angry?" Ryuto looked at his hands. "Then this move is a real pain in the