"Wait! Before you go, at least, tell me how you get there!" Nirvana yelled, her icy aura violently flickering as she refused to accept the fact that her prey had played her. The pristine, untouchable pride of the Sword Academy's second-in-command was fracturing under the weight of a tactical defeat.
Hitachi narrowed his eyes at her, the swirling colors within his Celestial Eyes slowing to a calm, calculating stop. He didn't gloat with his own power; instead, he pointed out the true architect of their victory. "It wasn't my plan but Carl's..." He turned to Andrew, who was still recovering from the brutal clash of bloodlines:
"When I used the smoke skill before, Carl told me his plan then... I used my powers to make the clones, and disguise my team, then we moved in separate ways... I have a feeling you will block us here, so I took Carl and followed a different path." He shrugged, his demeanor cool and detached.
