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Post by Nobu on Aug 12, 2024 4:12:18 GMT
The heat of battle was sorely missed. Releasing his quirk in full-force was a pressure uncapped unlike any other. The more this deranged Mummy spoke, the sweeter it felt. To bleach the streets of Japan would mean to eradicate beings like her. Ones that truly reveled in their evil and savored the blood drawn from it. As the blue lightning would swell from Nobu's body during the time it took for him to summon it, Mummy cowered. She ran down the narrow passage. She ran and begged and pleaded. Swearing he said things he had never said, it didn't need words for it to be understood that she needed to be put down. Yet, there was one problem. Nobu had powerful control over the potency of his quirk, but he was just coming back to the game. Despite the killing intent being there, he might not strike her as precisely as he needed to. Still, it would hopefully send the message that was necessary. He wouldn't have the energy to chase her down fully, but he enjoyed watching her squirm and cry. As the bright flash would beam through every opening and the glass would shatter, this torrential bolt of lightning would tear through the alley and attempt to engulf her. The heat was so intense that it scorched all that Nobu breathed his lightning upon. Many in the area would feel the concussion of nearby thunder. Not that it would injure them, but a sign that they were dangerously close to a storm. It was for their sake, but cutting a deep ravine into the alley wouldn't be telling of that very well. As concrete collapsed and mix dust with smoke, Nobu would stand there with heavy breathing. Static would dance along the surface of his Hoshiguard and he would wonder if she made it out alive. Winded, he knew that he couldn't hunt her and use his quirk recklessly. It was either strike the fear of god in her or more patiently fight her to the death. "I will find your corpse, Mummy. I will find it and I will burn it if you're not already ash." A grim threat, one that Nobu was unsure how possible it was. Rui Matsui
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Post by Nobu on Aug 12, 2024 4:04:35 GMT
Something sparked inside of Nobu as Kysaly, whom he treated as just a frightened lamb, showed that they had real courage. They would not recede from Nobu's flirtation, even going as far as to kiss the man on his cheek. While those of less experience would freeze up and be unable to function, Kysaly would see a cool smile and unnerved demeanor from the man who came to the cafe on a whim. Being invited to return just so they could go on a date was already good enough. Kysaly took it a step further and that excited Nobu. He hadn't had someone so ready for the chase in a while. It wouldn't be a simple chase, just one that didn't energize fear and only encouraged pursuit. There was an assumption, or maybe a small lie, that Nobu was the one that needed to be well-behaved like a good boy. The roles between them would unveil as their energies would collide and react. "I'll be good, Kys. The question is if you'll be." Winking and walking away, he would feel a heat in his chest, in his breath, in the blood flowing through his veins. Every bit of him intensified with heat and he looked over his shoulder briefly while putting his glasses back on. In that slight moment, Kysaly might see the spark in Nobu's eyes from his quirk. A spark that meant more than just another discharge of lightning. The spark between them as an unexpected chase was coming to be. "Have a good night, Kysaly. It was lovely meeting you." With that, he would politely exit the cafe and head home. He had a long night ahead of him. Kysaly
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Post by Nobu on Aug 12, 2024 3:55:08 GMT
Networking was always such a bore. People were often hard to navigate and overstimulating, but the aging vigilante wanted to make his presence known. So here he was, dressed up and feeling sexy. Well, until someone decided to ruin his night by telling him he had bad taste. If he were younger, there would be particularly nasty quips about how he has more taste and style than the hairs on the fellow vigilante's body.
The outfit was handmade by a friend and took an elaborate amount of time to put on. How dare he? Nobu knew not to care much about it, it was just someone trying to express dominance. Deliciously, everyone seemed to have the opposite of ideal reactions to the man and Nobu ate it up. Nodding at Weaver, he would give a brief thanks before enjoying soju in a more tasteful manner. Portioned, controlled, comfortably paced.
With the pleasantries of Kokoro, he sipped the soju and gave a friendly chuckle. "Certainly, when is a vampire not?" While he initially shrugged off Hymn, he almost spoke up when he was being particularly creepy, had the others not shut it down already. There was no need to fight, so he collected some soju and offered them around. "Why don't we take a drink in the name of being free from corporations as supposed vigilantes?"
Everyone would get down to that, he imagined. People HATE corporations. Nobu certainly did. When Ruri offered to exchange numbers to all but Hymn, he lifted his soju in celebration. "I'm always looking for work to thwart some villainy. I can bring the thunder." They'd likely write him off as just another random freelancing vigilante. He purposely kept himself from being social and just existed around the party.
Be friendly, gravitate towards the right people and the opportunities would reveal themselves.
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Post by Nobu on Aug 10, 2024 5:35:32 GMT
While being a devilish type at times for the sake of jest, Nobu knew that he didn't want to end their meeting on something sour. It was clear that he had an effect on Kysaly and that the feeling was mutual, but the conflict that seeped through the body language of the cafe owner meant that it would be ideal to leave on a much more positive note. Nobu was in no place to date when he had a sick little ritual of being toxic to himself in the mirror before his outings, but desire didn't work so simply. There was normalcy in Kysaly's establishment. It was small, hard-fought for and real. It wasn't a mountain of mischief and games, a reprieve from the dark of the world. There had to be more to Kysaly for someone to want something like that. They admonished themselves even while having their business be grown from the ground. As the proprietor would enter the man's space, he couldn't help but lean his midsection forward slightly and his upper body back. Inviting. "You'll see me. Especially if you have dinner with me when you're next available, my treat." Unsure if he would sound undesirable for being so available, he wondered how someone might respect his vague "work" he focused on. Eventually, people wouldn't be so charitable or he'd attract the wrong kind of contractors and would need a job again. Thankfully, being in the soulless corporate life helped him save. Out of all of the boldness, asking someone out for dinner during a first meeting was modern-day bold. It used to be more common, not that it was better. But having Kysaly in his space made him feel like all the signs were there. "I'd love to show you some hidden gems you might not know about that are right around the corner, even." He wouldn't move until he had his answer, enjoying Kysaly's space for as long as he could. Leaning down and whispering in their ear, he would give his last bold move. "If they interested me, I wouldn't be asking you out." It would surely give him the reaction he'd relished. A building tension from complimenting Kysaly prior. How would that tension release in this moment? Kysaly
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Post by Nobu on Aug 10, 2024 4:56:14 GMT
Kysaly had humored Nobu well enough to have their hospitality held in high regard. Most of the time, a customer wouldn't dare absorb the time of a business owner who surely had other responsibilities. It was commendable that he was humored for this long, even agreeing with each other on not being blind hero-worshippers. The extent of their agreement mostly ended there, but it left plenty of surprises for the future. "It's true, but I can't help but appreciate the people who don't lie through their teeth. I had enough of that life." As Kysaly showed him honesty, he would show the same to them. He was honest about the cookies, the coffee, their looks and his beliefs in heroes. Even a brief glimpse into his history, which didn't really raise questions related to that. There was just respect, plain and simple. "Well, Kys, if you don't mind that nickname by the way, I do want to court you." Leaning forward and crossing his arms, he would let his natural lurch bring his face across the table without forcing its reach. "I do need a place I can get a nice, hot cup of coffee on the regular." He knew what he was doing, but this time he was lying by omitting the fact that usually he explored around a bit. Kysaly had their own charm about them, however, as it kept Nobu here for this long. Normally he would lose interest and move on about his day. There was still more to learn about the cafe owner. "Jokes aside, I usually quietly try places. You're attractive with a sweetness that's understated but appreciated. Really opened me up with that customer service cocktail." Winking at Kysaly, he would begin to rise from his seat. Standing over Kysaly unintentionally, adjusting his tie and replacing his dark-shaded glasses onto his face, he might've appeared very imposing. "I hope you didn't mind the company, Kys."Kysaly
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Post by Nobu on Aug 10, 2024 4:19:32 GMT
In Nobu's experience as someone who trained to be a hero at one point and worked in the corporate world, there was a lot to dislike about the hierarchy of society. Heroes were glorified and worshipped at times, taking light off of the transgressions that occur in the day-to-day. The more light there is on hero work, the more a show is cast around it. The perception of the people becomes mainly about hero versus villain like they're events to spectate. Nobu liked Kysaly's realism, which was enough to earn his continued patronage. They were definitely more of a positive thinker than he was, but maybe that was embellished for the sake of telling it to a stranger. Still, to do so was bold when speaking to a native that could just as well be one of those worshippers. "I commend you on your honesty. You aren't bad, that is the real sign of goodness and kindness. You show respect because you feel it's right, but you have boundaries."Feeling the electricity in his body that was ready to roar and thunder at any given moment, Nobu knew that Kysaly might not approve of 'Raiden'. A vicious, vengeful vigilante who didn't mind doing bad things to bad people. A brutal combatant who channeled the trauma of his greatest betrayal into his vigilantism. It was like watching an angel fall, if put into the view of anybody who admired the rising fame he had over a decade ago. "I don't like the culture, personally. Bold of you to admit it first, but I can't trust what's real and what's not when it comes to heroes." Lifting up the cup, he would admire it in the light before spinning it on the tip of his finger before promptly dropping and catching it in a swift motion. "I should know, I tried to become one. But I'm not now, not my business anymore."Something struck him as odd...Kysaly was an outsider who found a way to open a cafe in Tokyo of all cities. It took either seriously good connections, a long-standing set of relationships or money. "So, am I to understand that you're not from here? Where are you from Kys?" Moving past his comment of attempting to become a hero, he wondered what kind of reaction it would garner. Kysaly's reactions were entertaining. Kysaly
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Post by Nobu on Aug 10, 2024 3:37:03 GMT
Like electricity running through a circuit, Nobu watched Kysaly's hands tighten and channel the nerves as far away from their frame as they possibly could. It made him a bit smug, but he was careful not to show it openly. It was clear that compliments made them tremble, but it was unclear if it was in a good or bad way. Based on the fact that the conversation seemed to flow well enough, he could only assume it was a good tremble. They liked when a person worked for themselves? The way the cafe owner said it seemed like that's what they look for in someone. "Mmm...and I like when someone likes taking matters into their own hands. A true self-starter, not the corporate jargon kind." Nobu really thought he was provocative at times, but not in the way that one thinks when their ego is larger. His pessimism has encourage a provocative way of communication, sometimes that worked in his favor for the sake of charisma. For the sake of watching Kysaly squirm. They seemed to reel themselves in and even struck at Nobu's nerve by their comment on his honest review. "We don't actually become good at what we do until we do it for long. Sometimes you can't work for someone at the same time that you're new at it, that's where you make your own path, Kysaly." Gesturing around the room, it lead to a grand proclamation of the person's success. "Kyss Cafe stands for a reason. That takes courage for it to exist in the first place." Drinking the rest of his coffee, he wouldn't say anything about it as he'd rather spend time with Kysaly than leave out of the obligations of a capitalist courtesy. "How do you feel about Japan's heroes?" It was a bold question because of the loyalty that the average populace had shown heroes, but there's been an equal layer of critique. The world was a melting pot of morals. Where did Kysaly stand? Kysaly
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Post by Nobu on Aug 10, 2024 2:46:24 GMT
The best part of being someone who really paid attention to what the city had to offer had to be moments like the one between Kysaly and Nobu. It tickled a part of Nobu's brain that made it worth the time spent and the coffee and cookies purchased. As Kysaly sat across from him, he noticed the split color of their eyes. Purple and Magenta, like two different shades of amethysts nestled together. "I must say, your eyes are very striking and beautiful." It was almost blurted out, but he didn't show any sign of regret or backing down. He listened to what Kysaly had to say and ask before doing so, taking another sip of his coffee and savoring its bitterness. "Well, I work for myself. A freelancer of sorts, I do a variety of jobs for people. It has the great benefit of really seeing the sights of Japan at times and I do it while taking care of other's needs."The vagueness of his supposed career could be interpreted in many ways, maybe even one particular way considering his boldness. He wouldn't offer anymore insight into what he does, but would flip it onto Kysaly. Hands in his lap, he would lean back in his chair and roll his shoulders, showing his strong frame. Tilting his head, the light would hit his chin and accent its sharpness, even glistening along his pink-tone lips. "What kind of person runs Kyss Cafe, Kysaly?" Leaning forward and resting his jaw into his hand, Nobu swished his coffee inside of his cup and admired the craft. Kysaly
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Post by Nobu on Aug 10, 2024 2:11:12 GMT
Kysaly was asking for Nobu's cheek at this point. Pressing his tongue against it, he swished his coffee and gestured with it smoothly as part of his speech. "Well, it is Japan. There are maid cafes, but those aren't exemplary to the fashion business." Chuckling a bit, he realized that he might come off as a sleazy person if he didn't quickly tell Kysaly it wasn't a move like shady businessman have tried on people so many times before. "Don't worry, I love attending fashion shows so I mean it." As Kysaly asked if Nobu's honesty was a good thing, he nodded. If there was anything he could promise people, it was being upfront about how he felt about something or someone. For better or worse, this was true. If someone annoyed him, he wouldn't play around and suffer longer than he had to. That was equally true if he felt someone was attractive, like Kysaly. As the shop owner would freeze up on introductions, Nobu felt like he had the momentum with the conversation. "Nice to make your acquaintance, Kysaly Sato. I'm Nobu Igarashi." He wouldn't dare try to overstep by pressuring them to shake his hand, but he would look at the empty cafe and gestured towards the seat opposite of him. "Your décor has a nice touch. The cookies might be burnt, but they're homemade. The sweetness is balanced with the coffee, which is what shortbread's for in my opinion."He hadn't even asked Kysaly to sit down immediately, just gave his honest review of the cookie as he licked the remains from his teeth and gums. "Please, sit with me. I'd love some conversation before I get back to work." He would try the ginger snap cookie next, a bit less impressed than the shortbread. It was pleasant enough with the coffee, but too strong on ginger. "This one has too much of its namesake, I'd be careful. I'm sure not every batch is like this, so I imagine you just need to make it more often."Trying to captivate with his hazel eyes, vibrant and varied in their color, he would set his coffee down and lean against his hand and look at Kysaly if they joined him. "I have all the time in the world, but I promise not to take much of yours." Kysaly
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Post by Nobu on Aug 10, 2024 1:15:42 GMT
Studying their expression, Nobu wanted to know anybody he came across. There were certain things he gauged, certain mannerisms he looked for. It was for simple reasons, like if this would be a place worthy of continue patronage. Other reasons that were a result of his profession had made him wonder if everyone had something more going on. Everyone had their secrets, but what made him want to uncover them? Seeing Kysaly smile and play with their hair, he knew that there was a sort of in with talking. Removing his glasses and casually folding them before sliding one arm into the pocket of his shirt, he smiled back. "Good genes. It's hard to replicate, surprised you don't work in fashion." Taking the coffee and taking a moment to appreciate its aroma before sipping it, he lifted and sent a cheers towards Kysaly's way. "Ah, that's why. Now that's a lovely cup." Watching them retrieve their goods and ask about his own, he sighed at the thought of being accused of dying his hair more times than one could imagine. "Well, it's a natural phenomena. Like lightning bleaching flowers, my genes gave me blonde hair." A casual, dry 'ha' followed as he would finish paying for the goods. "I'll be an honest critic, that's a Nobu guarantee."Casually introducing himself, he decided to be even bolder. The cute coffee shop owner had an energy that was drawing Nobu in. Who knew? Maybe this would create proper patronage between the two. Taking a seat, he would give a verbal approval and waited for the baked goods. Looking out of the window, he saw all the passing people as he sipped his coffee. When Kysaly would eventually bring his cookies, he would look up and make confident eye contact while sipping his coffee. "So, may I ask the owner's name? I need to know who to compliment and leave a review for." Taking the cookies politely and dipping the shortbread first, he made a happy face and covered his mouth. "That is delicious!" He would take his time enjoying it without rushing to the next to really appreciate its flavor. The talkative forwardness of his was in hopes of digging deeper into this purple-haired anomaly. Why did they only run a coffee shop? Kysaly
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Post by Nobu on Aug 10, 2024 1:02:50 GMT
Was Raiden a villain? No, he felt like a necessary evil, but he wasn't one. His intent was to strike fear into the hearts of villains that committed crimes and atrocities for their self-interest. Vengeance was what separated him and taking another shot at hero work. That and ideology, as he didn't have faith in their system and wanted to be direct and unrestrained. With heroism, there were laws and a level of false piety that pulled him from the reproach. Standing before the smoking, trembling Rui, Nobu would let the lightning course as adrenaline filled his body and his heart began pumping faster. This was a feeling he missed, a feeling of raw and unbridled energy that he couldn't help himself. Intensifying, the lightning would brighten from red to yellow as he brought up its potency a notch. Staring Rui down, his grim expression hidden by his visor, it was like a nightmarish knight staring down a lowly goblin. "We are not friends, Mummy." The yellow would radiate before shifting into the bridge between the spectrum of colors that was Green. Clenching his fingers like he was holding an invisible ball, miniature bolts danced along the air between each digit. "You want to threaten the people for fun. I could never be friends with a cretin like you." The anger boiled and simmered on top of the adrenaline heating him from within. The lightning became blue. He kept his distance to not suffer the catastrophic recoil that came from his blue lightning. True to his moniker, Nobu was ready to unleash the might of his quirk after so long without fully engaging it. There weren't many opportunities to do so. Where he stood and she lied was at the entrance of a narrow allow, open street aligned perpendicular to it. Whatever feelings he had coursing through him didn't feel knew, just acknowledged for the first time. Every night that he prepared to be Raiden was another night of reminding himself how bad he was. The internal monologue kept it going after his ritual before the mirror. There was acceptance and disgust, but no denial to the call to action he felt. "You're a disgusting piece of shit." A line he told himself so many times, maybe even presently as well, but it was swiftly followed up by a terrifying display of energy. Bringing both hands together while thrusting forward with a spear motion, he used them to brace his body as pure energy emerged once more. This time with so much heat, so much intensity that it singed the area around him. Nearby glass shattered from the thunderous explosion and the buildings shook at their core from the vibrations rippling throughout. Was this against Mummy? Or was Raiden really rotten? Rui Matsui
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Post by Nobu on Aug 7, 2024 19:33:59 GMT
Another day, another new experience for Nobu. He loved trying places he hadn't had before, a pass-time that would never end in a city like Tokyo. He had to pace himself between jobs, as he was paid very minimally for vigilante work. It was like tips for a delivery driver. The former businessman didn't want to dip into his savings by eating out all the time, but tonight was one of those nights. He hadn't been to the Stingray before, inviting along a few friends. Standing outside of the bar and having a smoke, he waited for the others to arrive while inspecting the outside. If he had to guess, this block was surveyed by Yakuza. The overly dressed street walkers who had a specific look were one sign. The other was just how quiet and loud the street was at the same time. The Stingray wasn't exactly the shiniest of bars, but the ugliest of dives sometimes had the best to give. That wasn't the real reason Nobu came here tonight. No, it was to bring his friends together and get familiar with this corner of Tokyo in preparation of an upcoming job. There was reportedly a problem brewing nearby and this was the best excuse to appear as a civilian. His friends didn't need to know that, this was going to be a fun night. Stepping inside and taking in the music and the vibes, he smiled slightly. Oh yeah, this was a dive bar. Coming up to the bartender, he would remove his jacket use one of the chairs as a holder while it was empty. "Hello there. Pile driver, please." As a courtesy for meeting the bartender, he figured he'd make small talk while waiting for the others. It was boring, but he'd rather be friendly to the person pouring his drinks than anyone else. "Hope your night is going well." With a smirk and a nod that faded almost as soon as they came, he would lower his designer glasses and pinch the bridge of his nose. Hoshi Makise
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Post by Nobu on Aug 7, 2024 5:50:48 GMT
Nobu did not expect to see someone so elegant for a coffee shop clerk. He was ignorant to the fact that they owned the place, but he couldn't help but marvel at the gradient of dark and light purples in their hair. A palette that likely took care and consideration. As someone who appreciated fashion, he felt envious of whoever did their color. In the world of quirks, it was possible that it was natural. Pulling down his sunglasses and meeting their eyes, he smirked. "Ah, hell, it's my cheat day. Sure, I'll try it." Nodding, he would slide out his mechanical wallet and hit a lever, his card sliding out. When prompted, he would use it to finalize the transaction. "I must ask, is your hair natural or do you have it professionally done?" Leaning back and rolling his shoulders along with the motion, he would brush his hair back with his hand. "The recipe? Oh, are you the owner or just in charge of the baking?" While Nobu normally abhorred small talk, there was something that drew him in to ask out of genuine curiosity. If this was the owner and he liked the coffee at least, he would surely be back. Good coffee was always a reason to revisit a cafe, baked goods he could take or leave. Kysaly
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Post by Nobu on Aug 7, 2024 5:43:36 GMT
Mummy was certainly unhinged, which was going to make the answer he desired even richer to respond to. Raiden wasn't perfect by any means, there was an evil that has been cultivated by his life experiences. The world wasn't what he wished it to be, and he willingly tossed aside laws and morals to pursue his own form of punishment for those he deems truly evil. A fight fire-with-with type of mentality. To the good, he would not blame them for executing him before he would attain his goals, but he wouldn't go down easily. This person took it a step further than him. They deemed everyone as absolutely guilty. He couldn't do that to someone who was just living without trying to harm others. It's one thing to have the responsibility of firing another, but that doesn't even scratch the evil that is introducing drugs and violence into the streets. She enjoyed him obliterating another, but it was clear that it wasn't because the target of his lightning was bad. Mummy was demented. Evil. She had to be eradicated, just like the other cretins. Raiden was flawed, demented in his own way. As static scintillated across his dark armor, a red bolt would burst from his chest. "Mummy, I hereby declare you an enemy of the people. My thunder sounds my decree, my lightning hammering as my gavel." It was so serious, so official, but the killer intent burned brightly behind it. "I will execute you."The bolt was fast. While he could control the power, lightning was lightning. It vaporized the air around it, the explosion causing deafening thunder with a flash unraveling from its crimson appearance. This bolt was not a warning shot, it was a shot to kill. Rui Matsui
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Post by Nobu on Aug 6, 2024 20:37:48 GMT
"I am a person. You may call me Raiden." His reputation wasn't very widespread yet, but he was brutal in the villains that he has left in the wake of his introduction. Vaporized, burnt, fried internally; it was not clean what he did in order to clean up the streets. Nobu adopted the Raiden person as a judge of great aggression in the field. The beating this girl could take was extraordinary. Nobu looked in disgust, but as he entered the ring, he knew that something was wrong beyond that. Quirks could do a great number of things, but he knew better than to think she was okay in the head with how her body spoke. No, it wasn't the illusion of something breaking internally every time she took a hit. It was much worse. When she clarified that she was simply paid to take out the goons, it felt very rich. Two birds, one stone. It wasn't the fact that someone hired her to kill them for money and she simply focused on that, assassins were a very useful euthanizer for villains. It wasn't the fact that she needed to be the one to finish the job on all of the goons. It was the fact that she simply said it's her thing to kill people. Not criminals, people. With crackling lightning building up across the surface of his armor, he kept it at its red level for now as there was a number of gangsters. As a goon recklessly swung at him, he ducked it easily and clenched their head. "Mummy, do you prey on the innocent?" As rings of red lightning trickled up his wrist into his finger tips like a singing pylon, Nobu awaited her answer as the disoriented man's head began burning from the heat. As spots of energy began to glow, he tossed the man who went cradling into a brick wall. With his arm extended, the bulbs of energy formed a corona that swallowed itself. Bursting, he made sure the goon was far enough to avoid his recoil as a the thunder and flash accompanied the bolt of lightning that shattered the wall. Collapsing that part of the building, Nobu stared down Mummy. He was the merciless Raiden tonight. This fight wasn't going to be easy, but he uncovered a potential problem and it would be wrong of him not to solve it then and there if necessary. "If you only hunt cretins like this, then we'll have no problem."Rui Matsui
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