Pitter-patter~ Pitter-patter~
Rain poured down in heavy sheets and drenched Kiernan from head to toe while he slowly climbed back to his feet.
With his aura shielding him, not a single drop of rain touched Master Arakawa, as if the rain itself was scared to touch him.
"Why don't you let her decide what to do with me? Let me have a quick conversation with her, that's it!"
Kiernan pleaded, but he knew that they weren't interested in anything he had to say.
"No! You should've never come back. We welcomed you to the dojo with open arms, and this is what you did? You ripped away my granddaughter's innocence and made her sad.
"That alone will ensure your death. You will pay for what you've done."
Master Arakawa pointed towards the sky, his rage overflowing, and then flashes of silver appeared deep inside the dark clouds.
"The Rage Bolt of the Sky Gods!"
