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Chapter 1
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Ryuto kicked the can and watched it skitter across the pavement, bouncing off a storm drain with a hollow tink.
"Another day, another absolutely nothing happening," he muttered, hands stuffed into his hoodie pocket. At least the Power Rangers episode had been worth it the fight
choreography alone had him replaying it twice before bed. He was already debating a full rewatch of Gokaiger for the third time, and maybe finally catching up on RWBY. He'd dropped it somewhere around Volume 4 and never really found his way back.
Maybe tonight, he thought.
Start fresh.
A horn blared somewhere behind him.
Ryuto's head snapped around.
The truck was already there enormous, white, moving with the kind of serene inevitability that left no room for argument.
"Oh shiii
FUCKING TRUCK-KUN.
Somewhere on Remnant
The first thing Ryuto registered was heat.
The second was the smell — smoke, thick and acrid, laced with something underneath it that he couldn't name but that made every instinct in his body stand at attention.
"Agh—" He pushed himself upright, blinking hard. His head throbbed. His palms were scraped. He was lying on a hillside, dry grass beneath him, and when he looked down the slope he saw the orange glow before he fully understood what he was looking at.
A village. On fire.
"No no, no He was already moving before the thought finished forming, scrambling to his feet and half-running, half-sliding down the hillside toward the smoke.
Twenty-five minutes later.
He came in through the eastern edge of the village at a dead sprint, vaulting a collapsed fence post, and skidded to a stop in the middle of what had been a market square.
They were everywhere.
Large. Dark. Moving with a low, prowling confidence that made the air feel heavier around them. Their fur was pitch-black, their eyes burning red behind bone-white masks cracked with red markings. Bone spikes jutted from their arms and backs like armour grown from the inside out. Their claws left gouges in the cobblestones with every step.
Beowolves, Ryuto thought, and felt something cold move through him that had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with recognition. Those are Grimm.
A scream cut through the smoke.
He saw her a woman, back pressed against a crumbling wall, a child clutched to her chest with both arms. The Alpha Beowolf in front of them was the largest of the pack, nearly twice the height of the others, its mask thicker and more elaborate, its red eyes burning with something that looked almost like anticipation. It raised one massive claw.
Ryuto was between them before he consciously decided to move.
He didn't understand how. One moment he was fifteen feet away; the next he was standing in front of the woman and child with his arms spread wide, and the Alpha's claws had stopped inches from his face.
"Whoa he breathed. "How did I do that?"
His hand dropped to his waist, found the holster there when did I get a holster? and he had the Gokai Gun up and firing in the same motion. The shot caught the Alpha between its masked eyes and it staggered back with a noise like grinding stone.
Something in his pocket grew warm.
He glanced down, then reached in with his free hand. His fingers closed around something solid and angular and he pulled out a Ranger Key. Red enamel, gold trim. A tiny, unmistakable figure.
Gokai Red.
The surrounding Beowolves had stopped. The pack watched him with those burning eyes. The Alpha was recovering, shaking its massive head, the rage in its expression sharpening into something personal.
Ryuto looked at the key. Then he looked at the woman.
"Get back," he said quietly. "Both of you get as far back as you can."
"Thank you," she whispered, already moving.
Ryuto turned to face the Alpha. The pack behind it began to advance.
He held up the Morpher.
Okay, he thought, and felt something in his chest settle — the same feeling he'd had watching Gokai Red charge down impossible odds on a screen in his living room, times a thousand. I really hope this is going to look as cool as I think it is.
He slotted the key.
"Gokai Change!"
The flash of red was blinding — a wave of light that rolled outward from where he stood and pushed the nearest Beowolves back a step through sheer force of it. When it faded, the boy was gone.
In his place stood a figure in a structured red jacket trimmed with gold, a white collar sharp at the collar, silver-white gloves, and boots that caught the firelight. The helmet red, gold-trimmed, the visor shaped like a pirate's eyepatch turned slowly toward the Alpha Beowolf.
The woman, watching from behind a collapsed wall thirty metres back, felt her child grip her arm.
"Gokai Red."
The Alpha charged.
Ryuto moved through the pack
The Gokai Saber cleared its scabbard in a clean arc that sent the first Beowolf dissolving into black smoke before it finished falling. The Gokai Gun covered his flanks,
The Alpha came at him twice. The first time, Ryuto sidestepped and let its momentum carry it past him, landing a kick to its knee joint that buckled the leg. The second time, he held his ground, drove the Saber upward in a two handed grip, and the Alpha's momentum did the rest.
It came apart in a cascade of black particles that scattered on the wind.
The remaining Beowolves hesitated that strange, animal calculation Grimm sometimes performed when their pack hierarchy shattered. Then they broke, melting back into the treeline at the edge of the village.
Ryuto stood in the empty square and breathed.
The fires were still burning, but the screaming had stopped. He could hear voices now — survivors, calling out to each other in the dark. The sound of a village beginning the slow work of counting what it still had.
He powered down, the suit fading with a shimmer of red light, and stood there in his ordinary clothes feeling the weight of the Gokai Key in his hand.
Later — much later, when the fires had been beaten back and what remained of the village guard had organised the survivors — Ryuto found a quiet road on the outskirts and followed it north, turning the key over in his fingers.
"Okay," he said to himself, working through it methodically. "Remnant. I'm actually on Remnant." He looked up at the sky — the moon was shattered, its broken pieces hanging in orbit like scattered teeth, and the sight of it hit him harder than he'd expected. That detail always hit different in the show. Here it was just there, enormous and fractured and completely real. "I'm on Remnant, I have a Gokaiger Morpher and at least one Ranger Key, I just fought actual Grimm, and I have absolutely no idea what Volume I've landed in."
He exhaled.
"Fantastic. Great. Love this for me."
He pocketed the key and kept walking. The road had to lead somewhere — a town, a trading post, maybe a settlement large enough to have information about what was happening in the wider world. Beacon Academy, the status of the Kingdoms, whether Ozpin was still running things or whether everything had already gone sideways.
Please let it be early, he thought. Please let it be Volume One. Give me some runway here.
The shattered moon offered no opinion on the matter.
Ryuto pulled his hoodie tighter against the night air and walked on.
A/N I wanna test this as a challenge to myself since most characters I make are op
I wanna gradually build up his power
And sorta bring hope to Remment
I am gonna switch bewtween forms
And I need to read up on seanti stuff
"Another day, another absolutely nothing happening," he muttered, hands stuffed into his hoodie pocket. At least the Power Rangers episode had been worth it the fight
choreography alone had him replaying it twice before bed. He was already debating a full rewatch of Gokaiger for the third time, and maybe finally catching up on RWBY. He'd dropped it somewhere around Volume 4 and never really found his way back.
Maybe tonight, he thought.
Start fresh.
A horn blared somewhere behind him.
Ryuto's head snapped around.
The truck was already there enormous, white, moving with the kind of serene inevitability that left no room for argument.
"Oh shiii
FUCKING TRUCK-KUN.
Somewhere on Remnant
The first thing Ryuto registered was heat.
The second was the smell — smoke, thick and acrid, laced with something underneath it that he couldn't name but that made every instinct in his body stand at attention.
"Agh—" He pushed himself upright, blinking hard. His head throbbed. His palms were scraped. He was lying on a hillside, dry grass beneath him, and when he looked down the slope he saw the orange glow before he fully understood what he was looking at.
A village. On fire.
"No no, no He was already moving before the thought finished forming, scrambling to his feet and half-running, half-sliding down the hillside toward the smoke.
Twenty-five minutes later.
He came in through the eastern edge of the village at a dead sprint, vaulting a collapsed fence post, and skidded to a stop in the middle of what had been a market square.
They were everywhere.
Large. Dark. Moving with a low, prowling confidence that made the air feel heavier around them. Their fur was pitch-black, their eyes burning red behind bone-white masks cracked with red markings. Bone spikes jutted from their arms and backs like armour grown from the inside out. Their claws left gouges in the cobblestones with every step.
Beowolves, Ryuto thought, and felt something cold move through him that had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with recognition. Those are Grimm.
A scream cut through the smoke.
He saw her a woman, back pressed against a crumbling wall, a child clutched to her chest with both arms. The Alpha Beowolf in front of them was the largest of the pack, nearly twice the height of the others, its mask thicker and more elaborate, its red eyes burning with something that looked almost like anticipation. It raised one massive claw.
Ryuto was between them before he consciously decided to move.
He didn't understand how. One moment he was fifteen feet away; the next he was standing in front of the woman and child with his arms spread wide, and the Alpha's claws had stopped inches from his face.
"Whoa he breathed. "How did I do that?"
His hand dropped to his waist, found the holster there when did I get a holster? and he had the Gokai Gun up and firing in the same motion. The shot caught the Alpha between its masked eyes and it staggered back with a noise like grinding stone.
Something in his pocket grew warm.
He glanced down, then reached in with his free hand. His fingers closed around something solid and angular and he pulled out a Ranger Key. Red enamel, gold trim. A tiny, unmistakable figure.
Gokai Red.
The surrounding Beowolves had stopped. The pack watched him with those burning eyes. The Alpha was recovering, shaking its massive head, the rage in its expression sharpening into something personal.
Ryuto looked at the key. Then he looked at the woman.
"Get back," he said quietly. "Both of you get as far back as you can."
"Thank you," she whispered, already moving.
Ryuto turned to face the Alpha. The pack behind it began to advance.
He held up the Morpher.
Okay, he thought, and felt something in his chest settle — the same feeling he'd had watching Gokai Red charge down impossible odds on a screen in his living room, times a thousand. I really hope this is going to look as cool as I think it is.
He slotted the key.
"Gokai Change!"
The flash of red was blinding — a wave of light that rolled outward from where he stood and pushed the nearest Beowolves back a step through sheer force of it. When it faded, the boy was gone.
In his place stood a figure in a structured red jacket trimmed with gold, a white collar sharp at the collar, silver-white gloves, and boots that caught the firelight. The helmet red, gold-trimmed, the visor shaped like a pirate's eyepatch turned slowly toward the Alpha Beowolf.
The woman, watching from behind a collapsed wall thirty metres back, felt her child grip her arm.
"Gokai Red."
The Alpha charged.
Ryuto moved through the pack
The Gokai Saber cleared its scabbard in a clean arc that sent the first Beowolf dissolving into black smoke before it finished falling. The Gokai Gun covered his flanks,
The Alpha came at him twice. The first time, Ryuto sidestepped and let its momentum carry it past him, landing a kick to its knee joint that buckled the leg. The second time, he held his ground, drove the Saber upward in a two handed grip, and the Alpha's momentum did the rest.
It came apart in a cascade of black particles that scattered on the wind.
The remaining Beowolves hesitated that strange, animal calculation Grimm sometimes performed when their pack hierarchy shattered. Then they broke, melting back into the treeline at the edge of the village.
Ryuto stood in the empty square and breathed.
The fires were still burning, but the screaming had stopped. He could hear voices now — survivors, calling out to each other in the dark. The sound of a village beginning the slow work of counting what it still had.
He powered down, the suit fading with a shimmer of red light, and stood there in his ordinary clothes feeling the weight of the Gokai Key in his hand.
Later — much later, when the fires had been beaten back and what remained of the village guard had organised the survivors — Ryuto found a quiet road on the outskirts and followed it north, turning the key over in his fingers.
"Okay," he said to himself, working through it methodically. "Remnant. I'm actually on Remnant." He looked up at the sky — the moon was shattered, its broken pieces hanging in orbit like scattered teeth, and the sight of it hit him harder than he'd expected. That detail always hit different in the show. Here it was just there, enormous and fractured and completely real. "I'm on Remnant, I have a Gokaiger Morpher and at least one Ranger Key, I just fought actual Grimm, and I have absolutely no idea what Volume I've landed in."
He exhaled.
"Fantastic. Great. Love this for me."
He pocketed the key and kept walking. The road had to lead somewhere — a town, a trading post, maybe a settlement large enough to have information about what was happening in the wider world. Beacon Academy, the status of the Kingdoms, whether Ozpin was still running things or whether everything had already gone sideways.
Please let it be early, he thought. Please let it be Volume One. Give me some runway here.
The shattered moon offered no opinion on the matter.
Ryuto pulled his hoodie tighter against the night air and walked on.
A/N I wanna test this as a challenge to myself since most characters I make are op
I wanna gradually build up his power
And sorta bring hope to Remment
I am gonna switch bewtween forms
And I need to read up on seanti stuff
Chapter 2
New
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Getting sticky.
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Carl) man I can't believe we bagged all these fauns men and women
Flint) where gonna make a quick load off Lien
Carl was laughing when the first shot took out the front wheel.
The wagon lurched hard to the left, dragging across the dirt road in a shriek of grinding wood before the driver hauled back on the reins and brought the whole thing to a shuddering stop. The laughter died.
"The hell was
The second shot took out the rear wheel.
Flint was already reaching for his weapon when Ryuto dropped from the tree line and landed in the road ahead of them, the Gokai Gun still trailing a thin curl of smoke.
"I don't think so," Ryuto said.
Carl was bigger than he looked sitting down. He came off the wagon fast, a short blade clearing its scabbard, and closed the distance with the confidence of a man who had done this before and expected it to go the same way it always had.
Ryuto let him come.
He stepped inside the first swing, took Carl's wrist with both hands, and used the man's own momentum to send him face-first into the side of the wagon. Carl hit it with a sound like a bell and slid down into the dirt.
Flint came at him from the other side, slower and more cautious, a longer blade in hand. He feinted left, then drove forward.
Ryuto turned his hip, took the blade across the outer edge of his forearm where the coat absorbed it, and drove his elbow into Flint's jaw in a short, economical arc. Flint's knees buckled. A second strike to the back of the neck put him down cleanly.
Ryuto straightened his coat, looked at the two men in the dirt, and then walked to the back of the wagon.
The lock was a cheap padlock. He shot it off.
The doors swung open.
A group of Faunus stared back at him from the darkness — men and women, pressed together in the cramped space, the kind of exhaustion behind their eyes that came from something worse than a long journey. Animal ears were flat. Tails tucked. Several of them flinched when the light hit them.
Ryuto held up one hand, palm out, and kept his voice level.
"I'm here to get you out. Take your time."
He stepped back, giving them room, and helped the first person down — a young woman with dark hedgehog quills rising from her hair, her hands gripping his arm tightly as her feet found the ground.
"Thank you," she said. Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Thank you, mister." I am mira)
"It's no problem." He meant it simply and moved on, helping the others down one by one, checking quickly for injuries, keeping his hands visible and his movements slow. Some of them couldn't quite meet his eyes. Some could and held his gaze with a steadiness that had survived worse than this.
He was in the middle of asking whether anyone needed medical attention when he felt a , distinct prickling at the back of his neck, the kind that didn't come from wind or cold.
He moved.
The blade came from nowhere, fast and precise, and his free hand caught his sword's grip and brought it up in a single motion that intercepted the strike with a ringing impact that numbed his arm to the shoulder.
He stepped back and got his first look at who had swung it.
A young man in a red coat. A blade that seemed to drink the light around it. A white Grimm mask pushed up above his brow like a visor. Eyes that were patient and very, very certain.
"Whoa," Ryuto said.
Behind the masked young man, half-visible in the tree line, a girl with a black bow in her hair watched the scene with an expression caught somewhere between suspicion and doubt.
Mira stepped forward. "Leave him alone — he saved us!"
"Stand back, Mira." The red-coated young man's voice was calm in the way that ice was calm. He didn't look away from Ryuto. "My name is Adam Taurus. We are the White Fang."
his voice carrying across the road with the ease of someone who had given this speech before and believed every word of it.
"You were taken from your homes. Caged. Treated as property. That is not an accident of circumstance it is what humans do, and have always done, to those they see as lesser. The world will not change because we ask politely. The Kingdoms will not grant us dignity because we are patient." His gaze swept the group, and there was something genuine in it beneath the fury real pain, long-carried. "Join us. Fight back. Take what has been taken from you. You are not victims. You are Faunus."
Some of them straightened. Some of them looked at the ground. Mira's expression was complicated moved and afraid at the same time.
Adam turned back to Ryuto.
"And as a final courtesy," he said, "I'll kill this human before we go. Before he finds a way to profit from what he's done today."
"He saved us," Mira said again, sharper this time.
"He's a human. He'll find a way."was Adam reply.
Adam moved like running water — continuous, unhurried, each strike flowing directly into the next without pause. Ryuto met the first blow and felt the force of it travel up both arms and knew immediately this was a different category of fighter entirely. He gave ground, reading the rhythm, absorbing what the man's footwork was telling him.
Fast. Technical. Trained over years, not weeks.
Adam pressed forward, a diagonal cut followed immediately by a low reversal that nearly took Ryuto's legs out from under him. Ryuto vaulted it, landed back on the road, and they met in the middle again — three exchanges so fast that Blake, watching from the trees, lost count.
He's keeping up, she thought, and didn't examine what that meant.
Ryuto took a hit across his left shoulder — not the blade, the flat of it, but hard enough to send him sideways two steps. He caught his footing, breathed, and reached into his coat.
The Mobirates caught the light. The Ranger Key slotted home.
"Gokai Change — Shinkenger."
The transformation was a breath of red and gold. When it cleared, the road held a samurai. Crimson red, sharp white collar flaps, the black line of a hakama. The helmet's golden crest bore a single kanji — Hi. Fire.
Adam stopped.
For the first time, something flickered behind his eyes that was not certainty.
Ryuto raised his blade. Then he wrote on the air — a single character, broad and deliberate, traced in a line of burning light.
火.
The kanji ignited and crossed the distance between them in a half second. It hit Adam squarely in the chest and lifted him clean off his feet, dropping him hard onto his back in the road. He lay there for a moment, the breath knocked entirely out of him, before he managed to push himself to one knee.
A blade rested at his throat.
Adam looked up. His expression was unreadable.
"Go on," he said quietly. "You've won."
Ryuto considered him for a moment. Then he let out a short breath sheathed the blade.
"You know," he said, "if you loosened up a little, you and I could probably be friends." He stepped back. "I'm leaving these people in your hands. Yours and your partner's." He glanced briefly toward the tree line. Blake stepped out without quite meaning to.
Adam said nothing.
Ryuto turned to Mira. "Stay safe."
She nodded, quills still flat, eyes wide.
He raised one hand and wrote a final character in the air a simple kanji, clean and unhurried. Light gathered around him, red and quiet.
"Akito Teraku," he said. "Remember it."
The light folded in on itself.
He was gone.
Blake stood in the middle of the road for a long moment, looking at the space where he had been.
Adam got to his feet, brushed dust from his coat, and said nothing.
"He freed them, Adam," she said.
"I know."
"Then why
"Because it doesn't matter." But he said it too quickly, and the word sat wrong in the air between them, and Blake was quiet for the rest of the night.
Flint) where gonna make a quick load off Lien
Carl was laughing when the first shot took out the front wheel.
The wagon lurched hard to the left, dragging across the dirt road in a shriek of grinding wood before the driver hauled back on the reins and brought the whole thing to a shuddering stop. The laughter died.
"The hell was
The second shot took out the rear wheel.
Flint was already reaching for his weapon when Ryuto dropped from the tree line and landed in the road ahead of them, the Gokai Gun still trailing a thin curl of smoke.
"I don't think so," Ryuto said.
Carl was bigger than he looked sitting down. He came off the wagon fast, a short blade clearing its scabbard, and closed the distance with the confidence of a man who had done this before and expected it to go the same way it always had.
Ryuto let him come.
He stepped inside the first swing, took Carl's wrist with both hands, and used the man's own momentum to send him face-first into the side of the wagon. Carl hit it with a sound like a bell and slid down into the dirt.
Flint came at him from the other side, slower and more cautious, a longer blade in hand. He feinted left, then drove forward.
Ryuto turned his hip, took the blade across the outer edge of his forearm where the coat absorbed it, and drove his elbow into Flint's jaw in a short, economical arc. Flint's knees buckled. A second strike to the back of the neck put him down cleanly.
Ryuto straightened his coat, looked at the two men in the dirt, and then walked to the back of the wagon.
The lock was a cheap padlock. He shot it off.
The doors swung open.
A group of Faunus stared back at him from the darkness — men and women, pressed together in the cramped space, the kind of exhaustion behind their eyes that came from something worse than a long journey. Animal ears were flat. Tails tucked. Several of them flinched when the light hit them.
Ryuto held up one hand, palm out, and kept his voice level.
"I'm here to get you out. Take your time."
He stepped back, giving them room, and helped the first person down — a young woman with dark hedgehog quills rising from her hair, her hands gripping his arm tightly as her feet found the ground.
"Thank you," she said. Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Thank you, mister." I am mira)
"It's no problem." He meant it simply and moved on, helping the others down one by one, checking quickly for injuries, keeping his hands visible and his movements slow. Some of them couldn't quite meet his eyes. Some could and held his gaze with a steadiness that had survived worse than this.
He was in the middle of asking whether anyone needed medical attention when he felt a , distinct prickling at the back of his neck, the kind that didn't come from wind or cold.
He moved.
The blade came from nowhere, fast and precise, and his free hand caught his sword's grip and brought it up in a single motion that intercepted the strike with a ringing impact that numbed his arm to the shoulder.
He stepped back and got his first look at who had swung it.
A young man in a red coat. A blade that seemed to drink the light around it. A white Grimm mask pushed up above his brow like a visor. Eyes that were patient and very, very certain.
"Whoa," Ryuto said.
Behind the masked young man, half-visible in the tree line, a girl with a black bow in her hair watched the scene with an expression caught somewhere between suspicion and doubt.
Mira stepped forward. "Leave him alone — he saved us!"
"Stand back, Mira." The red-coated young man's voice was calm in the way that ice was calm. He didn't look away from Ryuto. "My name is Adam Taurus. We are the White Fang."
his voice carrying across the road with the ease of someone who had given this speech before and believed every word of it.
"You were taken from your homes. Caged. Treated as property. That is not an accident of circumstance it is what humans do, and have always done, to those they see as lesser. The world will not change because we ask politely. The Kingdoms will not grant us dignity because we are patient." His gaze swept the group, and there was something genuine in it beneath the fury real pain, long-carried. "Join us. Fight back. Take what has been taken from you. You are not victims. You are Faunus."
Some of them straightened. Some of them looked at the ground. Mira's expression was complicated moved and afraid at the same time.
Adam turned back to Ryuto.
"And as a final courtesy," he said, "I'll kill this human before we go. Before he finds a way to profit from what he's done today."
"He saved us," Mira said again, sharper this time.
"He's a human. He'll find a way."was Adam reply.
Adam moved like running water — continuous, unhurried, each strike flowing directly into the next without pause. Ryuto met the first blow and felt the force of it travel up both arms and knew immediately this was a different category of fighter entirely. He gave ground, reading the rhythm, absorbing what the man's footwork was telling him.
Fast. Technical. Trained over years, not weeks.
Adam pressed forward, a diagonal cut followed immediately by a low reversal that nearly took Ryuto's legs out from under him. Ryuto vaulted it, landed back on the road, and they met in the middle again — three exchanges so fast that Blake, watching from the trees, lost count.
He's keeping up, she thought, and didn't examine what that meant.
Ryuto took a hit across his left shoulder — not the blade, the flat of it, but hard enough to send him sideways two steps. He caught his footing, breathed, and reached into his coat.
The Mobirates caught the light. The Ranger Key slotted home.
"Gokai Change — Shinkenger."
The transformation was a breath of red and gold. When it cleared, the road held a samurai. Crimson red, sharp white collar flaps, the black line of a hakama. The helmet's golden crest bore a single kanji — Hi. Fire.
Adam stopped.
For the first time, something flickered behind his eyes that was not certainty.
Ryuto raised his blade. Then he wrote on the air — a single character, broad and deliberate, traced in a line of burning light.
火.
The kanji ignited and crossed the distance between them in a half second. It hit Adam squarely in the chest and lifted him clean off his feet, dropping him hard onto his back in the road. He lay there for a moment, the breath knocked entirely out of him, before he managed to push himself to one knee.
A blade rested at his throat.
Adam looked up. His expression was unreadable.
"Go on," he said quietly. "You've won."
Ryuto considered him for a moment. Then he let out a short breath sheathed the blade.
"You know," he said, "if you loosened up a little, you and I could probably be friends." He stepped back. "I'm leaving these people in your hands. Yours and your partner's." He glanced briefly toward the tree line. Blake stepped out without quite meaning to.
Adam said nothing.
Ryuto turned to Mira. "Stay safe."
She nodded, quills still flat, eyes wide.
He raised one hand and wrote a final character in the air a simple kanji, clean and unhurried. Light gathered around him, red and quiet.
"Akito Teraku," he said. "Remember it."
The light folded in on itself.
He was gone.
Blake stood in the middle of the road for a long moment, looking at the space where he had been.
Adam got to his feet, brushed dust from his coat, and said nothing.
"He freed them, Adam," she said.
"I know."
"Then why
"Because it doesn't matter." But he said it too quickly, and the word sat wrong in the air between them, and Blake was quiet for the rest of the night.