The broadcast shifted to show Satori surrounded by his five companions, all of them talking over each other while Emi continued healing Natalia in the background. Kimiko’s hand found Luka’s and squeezed hard enough that his knuckles popped.
"Look at him, Luka. Look at our boy."
Because that’s what Satori had beco, sowhere between the first awful family dinner and the mont he’d stepped between death and everyone Luka loved. Not Kimiko’s biological son or even her late husband’s legacy, but theirs. The kid who’d been invisible for seventeen years and now stood at the center of a storm he’d sohow created through pure force of will.
"He fought smart today. Absorbed Julian’s attacks and turned them into strength." Luka’s voice held genuine approval. "That’s advanced combat theory, not sothing you learn in six months of Academy training."
"He’s hiding sothing." Kimiko’s words ca quiet enough that only Luka could hear. "My son is hiding sothing big, and everyone’s starting to notice."
Luka glanced at his wife, noting the way her hazel eyes never left the screen where Satori laughed at sothing Skylar said. "You think he’s in danger?"
"I think he’s always been in danger. I think he woke up one day and decided danger was preferable to invisibility." Kimiko’s thumb traced circles against Luka’s palm, a nervous habit from their early dating years. "And I think those five girls would burn the Academy down if anyone tried to hurt him."
On screen, Natalia had recovered enough to stand with Emi’s support. She imdiately looked toward the stands where Satori sat, her eyes finding him across the distance with the accuracy of soone following a compass north. Even through the broadcast caras, the bond between them was obvious in the way Natalia’s entire posture shifted when she located him, the way frost stopped spreading from her footsteps the mont she confird he was safe.
"They’re in love." Luka said it like a revelation despite having known for weeks. "Actually, genuinely in love. Not just teenagers being dramatic."
"I know." Kimiko’s voice went soft. "I’ve known since the night I caught them together. The way he looked at her like she was the only real thing in a world of ghosts. The way she’d already decided she’d follow him into hell if he asked."
"You’re okay with it?"
"I’m terrified of it." She turned to face Luka fully, her red hair falling around her shoulders. "But I rember being a single mom and falling for a man everyone said was dangerous. A Hunter who fought monsters for a living and could die on any random Tuesday." Her smile turned sad around the edges. "My parents told to choose soone safe and stable. I chose you anyway."
Luka pulled her closer, wrapping both arms around her small fra. The warmth of her body against his chest felt like the safest place in a world that had beco increasingly complicated. "Best decision you ever made," he murmured into her hair.
"Worst decision I ever made was thinking I could protect him from this life." Kimiko’s voice carried the weight of years of worry as she nodded toward the screen where Satori stood and stretched, showing off his regenerator brace beneath the torn fabric of his shirt. The device’s faint glow was just visible through the ripped material. "He was always going to be a Hunter. That Aspect of his guaranteed it the mont it manifested. I just hoped—prayed, really—that he’d be the kind who works support roles. Analysis. Research. Sothing behind the lines where the monsters can’t reach him."
"No such thing as a safe Hunter." Luka’s voice was gentle but firm, speaking from two decades of experience in the field.
"No. But I could’ve wished." She let out a breath that trembled at the edges. "I could’ve tried."
The broadcast cut to comrcial, and Luka reached for the remote to lower the volu. The apartnt fell into relative quiet, broken only by the distant hum of the city filtering through their windows—car horns, the occasional siren, the ever-present background noise of New Vein’s heart beating far below. Kimiko’s phone buzzed against the coffee table with a ssage notification, the screen lighting up. She glanced at it briefly before setting it aside, face down.
"Satori?"
"Asking if we’re still watching. Telling not to worry." She showed Luka the ssage, simple and direct in that new way her son had started communicating. "He says tomorrow’s individual events will be easier because he only has to worry about himself. No teammates to coordinate with."
"That boy couldn’t tell a convincing lie if his life depended on it." Luka’s laugh was fond but tinged with concern.
"He’s gotten better at it recently." Kimiko’s expression flickered with sothing complicated—pride mixed with unease, love threaded through with a mother’s instinct that sothing had changed. "That’s what scares most. He used to be terrible at hiding things. Now I can’t always tell when he’s performing."
Back at the Crucible Arena, the crowd continued its celebration while cleanup crews worked to repair the platform’s cracked surface. The damage was extensive—deep gouges where lightning had torn through stone, scorch marks from superheated plasma, and most impressively, the thick coating of ice that still clung to large sections of volcanic rock. The ice lted slowly under the afternoon sun, creating puddles that refracted light into rainbow patterns across the arena floor.
In the Scarlet Phantoms’ prep room, Takamura stood over Reyna with his arms crossed while a team dic checked her vitals. The guild’s dical staff had descended the mont the match ended, but the old instructor had waved most of them off. The girl’s crimson hair had lost so of its usual perfect styling, sticking to her forehead with sweat and dried blood from a split scalp where she’d hit the platform hard enough to crack the stone beneath her head.
"Well?" His voice rumbled like distant thunder, patient but demanding an honest answer. "How do you feel?"
Reyna’s eyes snapped open, erald irises focusing imdiately on his face with the sharp clarity of soone who’d been playing possum. "Like I got hit by a truck made of ice and spite. Then run over by the sa truck in reverse just to make sure I got the ssage."
"Good. That ans you’re alive and your brain still works." He pulled up a chair and sat backward on it, his scarred hands folding across the backrest. The wood creaked under his weight. "Kuzmina’s better than you expected."
"She’s better than anyone expected." Reyna pushed herself upright despite the dic’s protests, ignoring the way her head spun from severe mana depletion. Her hands trembled slightly as she braced them against the examination table. "That dragon construct required S-Rank level coordination and output. The amount of mana control needed to maintain that many independent functions while keeping the structural integrity stable? She shouldn’t be capable of that for another three years minimum. Maybe five."
"Yet she did it anyway." Takamura’s expression gave nothing away.
"Yeah. She did." Reyna’s mouth curved into sothing between a grimace and a grin, showing teeth. "Guess I’m not the only prodigy on this island after all."
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