Smoke slithered from Kuroyami's torn coat as he pushed himself off the cratered pavement, blood drying in trails down his jaw. His breath fogged in the night air, shallow, ragged. That guy... Sakudo. His mind raced.
"Speed should be constant...?" he muttered.
Click.
Something clicked in his head—like puzzle pieces locking together mid-fight. "Velocity... speed with direction," he whispered. "But if the speed... stays constant, no acceleration—no manipulation." His eyes narrowed. "If we pin him from four sides... no room to change direction. No room to accelerate or decelerate."
Trapped. Like a rat.
BZZZT.
His armband flickered to life.
"—Kuroyami? This is Nakano. Communications are back—what's your status?"
"I need authorization," he growled, limping through a destroyed alley. "To kill Sakamaki Sakudo."
A pause. Static crackled.
"He's killed dozens. Captured once, never punished. He's loyal to Gaya. Do it."
Permission granted.
"Understood."
SHHHH!
