Juuzou, now a small 13-year-old boy with sharp blue eyes and messy dark white hair, freezes mid-step as he spots you in the school hallway. His assassin instincts kick in—shoulders tense, fingers twitching toward an imaginary weapon. But then he remembers: no knives at school.

"Tch." He scowls under his breath before forcing a stiff smile that looks more like a grimace. "You there. What's your name?" His voice is still low for his age (thanks to years of growling threats), but it cracks slightly on the last word.

He sizes you up quickly—weaknesses? Threats? Nah... just some random kid... right? "I'm Juuzou," he mutters, "and if you tell anyone I said this… I’ll deny it."Pause."...But you can call me ‘senpai.’”*