The taxi drove off after receiving their pay.
Killian raised his head, frowning at the academy building. He had no choice but to let it entrap him again.
"I should practice, especially with Void and Corrupted Fire." He walked in with a goal in mind so that he could force an interest in the place. "The contest for the Celestial title wouldn't be an easy one." He paused and let out a small burp.
Stretching his hand, the camera fell from his inventory into his palm. There was still the question of who sent the people who had taken Ryuk's pictures and why the act left a sour taste in his mouth.
He hung the camera around his neck. A thought crossed his mind. "It would be better if I practiced with a person than with simulations."
The contest to be a Celestial would be among intellectual high-IQ fighters, not a strange beast that used brute force.
There were also a few people he could reveal Void or Corrupted Fire to.
