Kouhei tensed the moment Yui spoke, his body reacting before his mind could catch up.
His instincts flared.
Immediately, his eyes darted around, sweeping across the dim, dust-laden Kendo club.
He focused on every subtle shift, every corner cloaked in shadows, waiting… bracing for the moment their enemy would reveal themselves.
And then—
It hit him.
A flicker.
A tremor in the air so faint it could've been a hallucination.
But it wasn't.
It was real—he could feel it.
The atmosphere had changed, subtly yet undeniably.
The air shivered, like it was being sliced apart.
Kouhei moved.
Just a slight shift—enough to dodge whatever unseen danger was aimed at him.
Then—BOOM!
The side of the Kendo club's wall exploded outward, crumbling in a thunderous blast.
Chunks of concrete rained down, and dust swirled violently through the room like a sandstorm.
The impact shook the entire structure, the walls groaning in protest.
Kouhei looked down.
