Kaijin stood in front of the principal's desk, his fingers gripping the strap of the sack bag slung over his shoulder. Inside, the remains of Vox 5.0 shifted slightly with his movement. He tried to ignore the weight, both physical and mental, that it carried. To his right, Sutefu stood, her expression unreadable, and on his left, Dabi crossed her arms, her usual sharp demeanor tinged with exhaustion, beside her was josefu.
The principal, a woman who radiated authority despite her youthful appearance, sat behind her desk. Her long, dark hair framed her face, and her eyes, sharp as ever, shifted between the three of them. Even seated, she commanded the room with an intensity that made it hard to look away.
Murata had already been taken to the hospital. Kaijin's thoughts briefly flickered to his injured teammate, but there was no time for that now. The mission had been brutal, but what weighed most heavily on him was something he hadn't yet shared.
