"You're younger than I thought," Masayori murmured as he observed the new changes in Adam's body.
After emerging from the vat of poison, Adam had entered a private chamber, and a few other members of the Tsuitsui Clan had accompanied him. They all wanted to know the true effects of the medicinal bath. But even more than that, they were simply curious.
Adam wore loose black robes as he sat on the window ledge. A black strip of cloth was tied around his eyes. The warm rays of the morning sun gently cascade over his figure, making his raven-hair shine like silk.
With a gentle smile on his face, Adam caressed his hands and neck. Despite the mad voices echoing inside his mind, he was genuinely happy over his new transformation. Only he knew how insecure he'd felt when he had to hide his injuries from others.
"Brother, how old are you?" Goro couldn't help but ask in a daze.
