Chapter 239: A problem
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Sanemi's scowl deepened, his knuckles turning white around his sword's hilt. His sharp eyes darted between Shalltear and Lupusregina, then back to me. "Negative karma or not, this doesn't sit right with me," he growled. "Power like that... It's dangerous."
I shrugged, unfazed by his hostility. "Dangerous? Sure. But only if I allow it to be. Shalltear and Lupus answer to me alone, and I've already proven I'm not your enemy. What more do you want?"
Rengoku, ever the optimist, broke the tension with a hearty laugh. "It's a hard truth to swallow, but I'd rather have someone like you on our side than against us. Still," he added, his fiery gaze meeting mine, "it's humbling to know we have so much room for growth."
The murmured words of one of the Hashira caught my ear. "I need to increase my training..." It was a quiet admission, but it carried a weight that rippled through the group. The Hashira, proud and powerful warriors, weren't used to being outclassed—let alone so completely. Yet, here they were, standing in the shadow of overwhelming strength, their pride visibly dented.
Gyomei finally spoke, his deep baritone breaking the silence. "Humility is a lesson we all must learn, even as warriors. Strength is not just a tool but a responsibility. Alexander, your power is undeniable, but it must be wielded with purpose."
I gave a slight smile, appreciating his perspective. "Oh, I have a purpose," I replied. "You'll understand it in time. But before we get to that, there's a more immediate problem."
Kagaya's calm, knowing smile widened just a fraction. It seemed he had anticipated my words. "Oh? And what might this problem be?" he asked, his tone light yet inviting.
I folded my arms casually. "You see, since I've just arrived here, I don't have a place to live."