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Narrative's Perspective. the lounge hall where all the Bonten heads sat with the three person leading Holy Hell remains rigid like a examination day for the qualification exam, and suffocating due to the stare being sent in between Manjiro and (Y/N).
the lady executive man-spread's on her seat, elbows pressed to her knees as she glared at the man sitting in the head-side of the room. Manjiro has his eyes doing the same, glaring at the girl for his reasons, tapping his feet to the ground as though waiting for something -his promised ice-cream.
everyone in the room can feel the immense pressure radiating from the two, Hanma wondered when can he get out and leave to go to his club, Sora has his guards up, also glaring at Manjiro, Fuyuko was eating her favorite mint Pocky, not giving a damn to whatever is happening around her, to be exact she doesn't even know the reason she was dragged here by Sora in the first place.
Kanji merely sighed but had it caught in his throat when the glare of (Y/N) and Manjiro was sent towards him. "uhh." the supposed to be sigh was replaced with an awkward cough. "what . . . what are we going to talk about again?" finally, the unyielding silence that had been taking it's reign was broken by this man.
everyone then looked over to Ran, a disgusted face sent towards him and he released a shrug and cool expression. "what? i'm hungry? ain't ma' fault we've been sitting here in silence for ages." he said, looking away as he leaned back to the backrest of his seat, head thrown to the ceiling and arms spread to their fullest. the pistol on the both side of his waist proudly reveals themselves, hue of black and purple mixing in strange superiority for anyone that sees it, not to mention the man owning it was fabulous in his own sadistic ways, so the gun he wield looked more of an accessory than a weapon in his body. "just hurry up, i have to break some bones later, ugh." he said, referring to the rats he caught yesterday using his name without his knowledge to sell drugs and earn money.
