It was as if Suguru was reborn every time that familiar gaze collided with him in the same battle.

The man folded his hands together, hiding them in the sleeves of his kimono, carefully controlling his emotions. He didn't want to make mistakes.

"...you have no idea how much I want to strangle you."

This desire had been suspended and fixed in his head for over a hundred years. Accidents are not accidental, and he knew that he was tired of seeing her face.