Nikei walked through the island, his left eye veiled by a swath of black hair and his ecru hat low over his face, further covering his lavender gaze. His coat hung languidly on his tall lean figure with each step, searching intrigue without undue exhaustion. The journalist's observed his notepad suspended from his neck by a string. It had pages brimmed with notes. Since his revelation as a void, however, his data collection had been scarce

His thoughts were abruptly disrupted as he bumped into someone, his pen falling from behind his ear. Nikei turns around startled

"J-jeez- Watch your step dumbass" his eyes widened, he didn't have information of this Ultimate yet, how rare