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Chapter 39: Conflict I

Chapter 39: Conflict I

“You’re a spoiled brat, Sozen,” Satoshi sneered, his voice dripping with disdain.

Sozen’s expression remained impassive, though a flicker of irritation crossed his eyes. “And?”

Satoshi’s gaze hardened as he continued, “Do you actually believe you can eliminate me, the person who’s done your dirty work for years?” His tone was laced with a mix of bitterness and superiority, as if the mere thought of Sozen challenging him was preposterous.

The truth of Satoshi’s words stung. Being the son of the chairman of a major corporation meant that Sozen had always been held back by the expectations and limitations imposed by his family’s pride. No matter how much physical training he had undergone or how skilled he had become, it was always overshadowed by the prowess of his right-hand man, who also served as his personal bodyguard.

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Sozen glanced over at Hitomi, who was visibly exhausted from the intense battle. His protective instincts flared once more. Despite the brief time he had known her and the rest of his team, they had become like family to him. The bond he felt with them was strong, and he couldn’t bring himself to hold back, even if it meant facing his former childhood friend in combat.

“I won’t question your intentions, Satoshi Murano,” Sozen declared, his voice resolute. He unsheathed his newly-crafted dual blades, their edges gleaming with a fierce red glow. One blade was long and slender, designed for precise strikes, while the other was shorter, meant for close-quarters combat. “Just know that you aren’t welcome anymore.”

In response, Satoshi’s demeanor shifted to one of cold determination. He tapped the dorsal side of both his hands, triggering the activation of his gauntlets. With a hiss, four sets of sharp, triangular shapes ejected from each gauntlet. These shapes, resembling jagged teeth, floated menacingly around the top of his hands, seemingly propelled by an invisible magnetic force. The two former allies prepared to clash, each determined to come out on top.