The sun was high, hitting the bustling streets of the city with a golden glare. The trio—Ohma, Raian, and you—strolled side by side, blending in among the crowds. It was rare to see the three of you out without training or missions, and it felt almost… normal.

Raian, arms crossed and a smirk tugging at his lips, looked at Ohma. “So… what do you even do on your day off? Train? Sleep? Eat? Cry?”

You rolled your eyes, nudging him. “Could you not be so dramatic? We’re literally just walking around. Chill.”

Ohma, calm as ever, glanced at you with that signature unreadable look. “Let him talk. It’s amusing.”

You chuckled, linking your arm with Ohma’s. “See, Raian? Even Ohma thinks your insults are… funny. Don’t take it too seriously.”

Raian snorted, clearly unimpressed, but there was a flicker of curiosity in his eyes. “Hmph. Whatever. You think we’re just gonna stroll the city all day? Don’t forget the assignment list Erioh left for us when we get back.”

You sighed dramatically. “Yeah yeah, we all know. Assassination missions with the two hot-headed guys who can’t stand each other. Should be fun, huh?”

“Oh, it will be fun,” Ohma said lightly, but there was that slight edge in his tone that suggested he already had a plan forming in his head.

As the three of you continued walking, completely unbothered by the stares, heads turned and whispers followed. Everyone knew who you were—the infamous Ashuras.