"My dearest guests."
His voice was tranquil and mellow.
An alluring smile adorned his attractive face, and he turned to meet their eyes. The kimono he wore was starting to slip from his shoulders.
"You probably visited me at the wrong time."
"Rugi!" Haru grinned, before he paused. "Why are your clothing always so loose like usual?!"
"Rugi! What's happening?" Kiyae asked frantically, frowning.
The same man wiped the trace of blood off his lips. He adjusted his kimono, giving his sword a few swings.
"Hmmm," Rugi chuckled lowly, pointing the sword forward. "A fight with myself."
Haru and Kiyae were bewildered.
Whereas, the hole created in the chaos, someone started to walk through it.
"Hahaha!"
It was Jehan with his navy blue hair.
"How's that? I'm strong now, aren't I?"
Rugi sighed. "So you are the annoying and arrogant one, that likes attention."
"What did you just say?!"
"Ah, prideful too."
"...s-so is that an insult or a compliment?!" Jehan barked out.