At that point, Kazuichi couldn't care less about the preparations they had done in the shelter. He couldn't care less whether the Hybrid Mountain Stronghold or the Scarlet Blood Stronghold would help him out. This was his vengeance... this was his alone.
Kazuichi knelt done as he saw the mangled remains of his friend, rotting in broad daylight as flies hovered overhead. The mindless Hybrids he felled couldn't even compare to the single body that lay motionless on the ground.
This was his friend... Kaito... whom he had bonded and hunted together the past couple of weeks. He was like a brother to him, an invaluable brother that ate with him and drank blood with him.
Rage filled his eyes as it turned bloodshot. He screamed like a Hybrid, indifferent about the attention he was getting from the Aberrants and Omegas nearby. This was his way of mourning for his fallen comrade. This was his way of expressing his sentiment, of expressing the threat that he was.
