"Yo," Mikoto's deep voice resonated, accompanied by a firm nod. His crimson eyes locked onto the person before him, his intense gaze speaking volumes. Though his words were few, his aura exuded an unmistakable air of authority and power. It was a greeting that conveyed both acknowledgment and a silent challenge, inviting the other person to meet him on equal ground amidst the haze of his cigarette smokes.