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Masanori
Aihi limped into Todoroki Akihiro’s office, Masanori and Hidekazu at her heel. The middle-aged man kneeling behind a low desk looked up from his documents when they entered. Grey threaded through his long, black hair and pointed goatee.
A golden-brown crystal hovered above the desk. Ki reverberated from the crystal, resembling the minor aki Masanori used with his engineering projects, but somehow not quite the same. He couldn’t pinpoint why the energy signature seemed different.
“Captain Todoroki!” Ink bottles rattled at the sound of Aihi’s voice. “Your absence has been noted. Imagine my surprise you returned at all.”
Akihiro moved to the side of his desk and bowed, but not low enough to be considered respectful. Masanori appraised Akihiro’s nonchalance with disgust; he sh
