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If there was one thing Renzou was and always had been good at, it was erasing his own presence and stalking through areas unseen. To take him by surprise was, to say the least, not the easiest feat as it usually applied vice versa when he suddenly appeared seemingly out of nowhere. But a single misplaced step upon the floors of the academy sent a creak through the hallways alerting whoever might be in the vicinity. He honestly preferred to stay out of this whole mess, but even he knew that he had a role to play in this little “game”, and he couldn’t easily deny himself the interest he took in the events that had transpired.
As he was about to round a corner, a kick went past his nose, the pink haired boy casually moving aside to avoid the attack he was already prepared for,, swinging his K’rik at the assailant. What he saw however, he could not have readied himself for, and he managed to stop the staff mid air just before making contact. It was the spitting image of the woman he was currently sworn to protect, but somehow the furrow of the brow told him that this was not a copy. His first line of thought could easily have been “how did she get here?” but a small bit of logical reasoning could easily answer that -- just as he had, she must have been snatched out of nowhere. Renzou couldn’t even begin to imagine how she must be feeling about his sudden disappearance, and neither did he care to guess what she was going to yell at him now.
“ Ah! This time it ain’t even th’ succubus-san, but th’ real Izumo-chan! Did’ya miss me so much that ya got yerself kidnapped by th’ fabric of space as well? ”
