"I WILL CRUSH YOU, YOU VAGABOND! RENDER HIM POWERLESS, FUYUTSUKI!!"
A bright blue light shot out of nowhere towards the long-haired man, and just as quickly, he stretched out his left hand and deflected the attack away with minimal effort, literally using the back of his palm to perform the feat.
Wide-eyed, the Itsuka whipped his neck right, and his lime-green eyes rested upon a teenager standing a short distance away from him.
He appeared to have winter-blue hair with deep blue highlights that came down and framed his face beautifully, damp from the rain. He was stature was slender, yet easily well-defined, and his clothes were utterly wet, dripping down to the floor. Itsuka did not have to see his face up close to know that the boy was very handsome, but three things startled him about the male, three things that did not sit well with him.
