Obanai stiffened slightly and turned to glance at Rokuya. Though he said nothing, a flicker in his eyes betrayed his true thoughts.
Without the slightest hesitation, Obanai strode straight over to the matchmaking table.
"Hey." Obanai's voice was icy, carrying a suffocating pressure.
The bespectacled man had been about to continue his tirade when the sudden voice interrupted him. He looked up impatiently. "Who are you? Can't you see we're-"
Before he could finish, the bespectacled man froze. Standing before him was a young man in a black-and-white striped haori, his gaze dark and menacing, with a white snake coiled around his neck, its tongue flicking out with a hiss.
"You... what do you want?" The bespectacled man recoiled in fright.
Obanai looked down at him, his mismatched eyes full of contempt. "You just said no normal man would ever like her?"
"Y-yes, so what?" The bespectacled man forced himself to remain calm. "A freak like her..."
"A freak?" Obanai sneered, the mockery in his voice cutting like a blade. "I think you're the real defective one. You put on glasses and pretend to be refined, but you're nothing more than a blind fool. You can't even see other people's good qualities. All you do is bark. What right does someone like you have to talk about liking anyone?"
"Y-you can't just insult me!" Humiliation turned the bespectacled man's face angry. "Who do you think you are, meddling in my business?"
"Who I am doesn't matter. What matters is that you're an eyesore." Obanai's voice grew colder, his hand already resting on the hilt of the Nichirin Blade at his waist. "You have three seconds to get out of my sight. Otherwise, I'll show you just how little you need that mouth of yours."
Sensing the genuine killing intent radiating