Sirius stared at Raiden warily. The punch he had just delivered didn't have much force behind it, but Sirius found it hard to believe that Raiden stood completely unscathed. He should have at least sustained some kind of injury.
'Unless... his soul weave isn't just about lightning,' Sirius thought, narrowing his eyes as he noticed Raiden's uniform, particularly the shredded tear across the chest... marks unmistakably made by claws.
Raiden glanced down at the ruined shirt and sighed. Without hesitation, he tore the rest of it off, revealing his bare torso.
Everyone around them gasped, some girls turning red with embarrassment, but their expressions quickly shifted to shock. Were those... scales on his body?
Indeed, small gray scales clustered all over Raiden's skin, covering nearly every inch except for his face.
"Scales? A dragon weave, I presume. So, you're also a dual soul weaver?" Sirius asked, his eyes narrowing further in suspicion.
