Casio bent down to look more closely. What he observed was a black airflow that seemed to be gushing from the pores in his arm. With astute observation, he found that this black airflow shared some inalienable characteristics with his Qi. Rather than being considered body waste or impurities, it held an inexplicable similarity to his physique and secret martial arts. What Casio could confirm was that this was a spontaneous formation within himself and bore no harm to him.
Consequently, he didn't feel the need to further investigate.
Rising from the brown carpet, Casio lifted his third senior brother onto his shoulders. He then leaped from the study room window, vaulting over the white railing and reappeared on the road, promptly fading into the darkness.
A few minutes later.
