The man chuckled. "If you’re thinking of an intense, real bomb—one that could destroy a house—then... it won’t be cheap."
Raito’s expression remained cold. "Leave it as it is. I have no intention of spending more money. It just needs to be durable enough for training purposes. That’s all."
The man laughed lightly. "Ha... ha... ha... understood."
Raito’s eyes flicked toward Kira. She was lost in her own thoughts, distant, silent. He looked away, giving her space, and focused back on the task at hand.
"That’s all for now. My team will handle the next two apartnts," the man said calmly.
"Good... I think we should leave," Kira replied softly, standing up. Her expression was downcast, almost reluctant to move.
"Is there anything you want to tell ?" Raito asked, his tone neutral but attentive.
Kira shook her head. "No... it’s nothing. I think I’ll be leaving," she said quietly.
She started moving toward the exit. Raito stretched out his hand instinctively, but she ran past him, leaving the furniture store.
He slipped his hand into his pocket. She’s probably going ho now... he thought. It’s none of my business if she doesn’t want to talk.
Should I wait here until they finish the furniture? he considered. No... I have more pressing matters.
He needed to see the chairman of the Black Whale Association—Chairman Jinta.
Raito stepped out of the store and scanned the street. No one was looking. Perfect.
A shadow crossed his body, and he beca invisible.
With a thought, he activated flight. The ground dropped beneath him as he lifted into the air, flying silently back toward Tokyo.
Flying through the sky from Chiba toward South Tokyo, Raito pulled out his phone mid-air and called Daichi.
"Hey," he said.
"Boss!" Daichi’s voice ca through imdiately. "I can barely hear you... there’s a lot of wind where you are."
Raito raised his voice over the wind. "I’ll be eting with the Black Whale Shaman, just like we discussed."
"Oh, yes," Daichi replied.
"et at the café where we t last ti. And bring Haruya with you," Raito instructed.
"Understood, boss," Daichi said.
Raito ended the call and glanced at his surroundings. He had only just started flying, yet the skyline of Tokyo was already near. From Chiba to Tokyo in five minutes. Not bad.
With a thought, he increased his speed, cutting through the air like a purple streak.
Monts later, he landed lightly in front of the café. Haruya and Daichi were already waiting.
"Hey, you two," Raito greeted calmly.
"Boss... is that really you?" Daichi asked, startled.
Haruya looked around. "I didn’t see anyone... until now."
Raito stepped forward, becoming fully visible. "Yeah. It’s ," he said.
They both stared at him for a mont, absorbing his presence.
"Boss... you really scared for a second," Daichi said.
"Well, boss, thank you for showing up," Haruya added, his voice full of gratitude.
Raito’s gaze softened slightly. "I hope your brothers are perfectly okay now."
"They are, boss. Thank you. I really appreciate what you did for us. You healed them—I didn’t think that was possible," Haruya said, clearly relieved.
Daichi nodded. "Yes, boss, truly... thank you."
Raito inclined his head. "It’s nothing. Don’t ntion it."
So... have you called him and told him we’re coming?" Raito asked.
"Yes, boss. I already did," Daichi replied. "He said it’s fine to send a limousine. And boss... take this glass."
"Glass?" Raito raised an eyebrow.
"You can’t wait," Daichi explained. Raito took it, examining it briefly.
Monts later, a sleek limousine rolled smoothly to a stop in front of them. The door opened, and a woman stepped out—driver and butler combined, perfectly composed.
"Please, boys. Step inside. I’m here to take you," she said, smiling as she opened the door.
Daichi and Haruya entered first. Raito paused, scanning the vehicle. Energy signature, explosives... nothing unusual.
"Is there anything wrong, boss?" Daichi asked.
"No. Nothing," Raito replied calmly, then stepped inside.
The female butler closed the door, and the limousine glided forward.
Two hours later, they arrived at the headquarters.
The Black Whale Association towered before them. Its walls of polished glass glead in the sunlight, reaching halfway up a skyscraper.
"We’re here," the driver said.
"Thank you," Daichi and Haruya said in unison.
Raito opened the door, stepping out to take in the enormity of the building.
Wow... this is actually huge, he murmured.
"Yes... it really is," Haruya replied. "I’ve only seen it on TV before."
"Let’s move. Quickly. We don’t have ti," Raito said, adjusting his jacket and cap to hide his face from CCTV. Daichi and Haruya did the sa, their movents precise.
At the entrance, two security guards blocked their path.
"Hey! What are you doing here? Do you have permits to enter?" one demanded.
Daichi quickly produced a card. The guard examined it.
"Ah... permits from the boss. My apologies," he said, stepping aside.
The three of them passed through the security checkpoint and entered the headquarters.
As they entered, the interior of the Black Whale Association headquarters opened up before them like a small city. Hunters moved in every direction.
So were trading crystals, others buying ammo or swords at the rchandise sections, and so simply passed through, pushing past in a rush.
"Wow... this place is huge," Daichi muttered.
"Yes... it really is," Haruya replied, eyes scanning the activity.
"We don’t have ti to look around. Let’s keep moving," Raito said, his focus sharp.
They approached the receptionist desk.
"Can I help you?" the woman asked politely.
"We’re here to see the boss," Raito said calmly. Daichi didn’t even need to show their permits.
"Oh... it’s a personal and special permit," she said, recognition flickering in her eyes. "Please, follow ."
She led them through the bustling floor, weaving past hunters and traders. The energy in the building was palpable—powerful, tense, alive.
After a few minutes, they reached the elevator. The receptionist pressed a button.
"Please follow ," she said, and they stepped inside. The elevator humd quietly as it climbed.
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