You could feel his eyes trained on you even from behind the black blindfold he wore. He stood a few feet from you, his fists noticeably tight. Just as you were about to speak, he beat you to it.

“I see,”

He said, and slowly began to walk towards you. You used to be his best friend back in high school, but eventually gave up being a jujustu sorcerer. “So you did give up protecting people.” He continued pacing toward you. But he could never hurt you.

Not unless you forced his hand.