Arsenal's cane echoed with a single sharp tap against Nakano's floor, the dull hum of the high-security house making every movement sound ten times louder than it should. For a moment, his smug grin just hovered in the hallway light — that half-mad spark flickering behind his single crimson pupil.
No one in that room could help it — every single pair of eyes locked onto him, remembering exactly why he'd once been called the planet's most dangerous mind. Back when he'd ruled as the undisputed #1, Arsenal had used his Space_Manipulation on his own brain. A self-inflicted lobotomy — only smarter. He'd carved out all the noise, the hesitation, the clutter — every stray thought, memory, or emotion that dulled his edge.
