The three Sen members stood before the others with various expressions that told entirely different stories, each one completely opposite from the others.
"Hey Sung, it's been a while, hasn't it?" Zhou Sen wrapped his arm around Master Sung's shoulder in a friendly gesture that completely threw everyone off guard, his casual demeanor so unexpected. "How have you been doing, old friend?"
Despite his fearsome red hair that blazed like stagnant fire and his intimidating athletic build that spoke of countless hours of intense training, Zhou's voice carried a warmth that surprised everyone.
His grip on Master Sung's shoulder was firm but undeniably friendly, like an old companion greeting another after a long separation—something no one, not since Ryder had begun traveling with Master Sung, would dare attempt. Not even Akira, who seemed relatively comfortable around Master Sung, would reach such lengths of familiarity.
