The door slid open with a quiet creak.
Sutefu stepped into the next room, the scent of medicine and burnt celestial aura lingering in the air. Her eyes immediately searched the room before settling on Kaijin.
He was on the floor.
His back rested against the wall, one knee bent while the other leg stretched weakly across the ground. Sweat clung to his forehead, his breathing was uneven, and although every attempt to move seemed to strain his body, his eyes were wide open. They were alert—alive.
He looked exhausted beyond words.
"How long now?" Principal Furi asked without taking her eyes off him.
Nagomi let out a tired sigh before answering.
"Eight minutes."
The principal nodded thoughtfully.
Only then did she notice the figure standing by the entrance.
"Sutefu…" she called, her expression softening. "How was the training?"
