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Zane followed the motivated Karaaku out the door, making a mental check if he had everything. Which he did. His aura gave off a whispers of pain if anyone pushed his buttons. He didn't want to train, nor go anywhere near the rest of the idiotic populous. This was what his day to day life no consisted of. Training, school (Most days), protecting people who can't protect themselves. Which then took over his thoughts for a moment, how come people couldn't protect themselves? It seemed idiotic to rely on others to protect you and they didn't always come through. He scratched the back of his neck in irritation, lack of sleep did nothing to help his mood. He just hoped no one was stupid enough to pick a fight with him today because there would be no leniency at all today. He glanced over to Hissori who was walking next to him.

"The old man keeps getting nuttier every day," Zane said with a chuckle. He didn't expect Hissori to reply, he knew well enough the condition that plagued his brother. If anyone messed with Hissori because of it, that was something that had a tendency to send Zane into a rage. He usually had to be pulled back by one of his brothers when that happened. He'd been suspended quite a few times because of it, but the school wouldn't dare expel him. His dad was Takuma Araki, that tended to open a lot of doors.