Kohaku maintained his squinted eyelets and an aloof, apparently well-meaning countenance, the white-furred tiger having on a green bandana alongside dark jeans and a tee and a jacket coating over.

“Hello, hello!” he greeted. “You wouldn’t happen to be in the mood for sparring, hmm?”

An aura on this young man was immense.

Should I use Removal immediately…? he pondered to himself.