Hate Not Mine Enemy

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Friendship is a Skill
"Eh?" Tetsuo, with his hair still in a ball of frizz courtesy of the hefty electrical current, extended his hand towards the fleeing Ezekiel. "Chotto mat—Wait!" he called out. But it was too late. For some inexplicable reason, the American had left them even despite having stood shoulder to shoulder against the Rift creature. Tetsuo clicked his tongue against his teeth and rubbed the back of his head in both irritation and puzzlement at the predicament. He was supposed to be recruiting new members to Xstence, damn it, not scaring them away.

A sharp pain in the back of his hand reminded Tetsuo of his injury... which reminded him of the young Fullbringer below him, whom he had actually forgotten for a moment. Beginning to doubt his leadership capabilities, Tetsuo slid out of sight from the air and reappeared nearby the other Fullbringer.

“Hey, are you alright?” he asked.

Just then, the factory’s emergency sirens began to wail.