"Call the front liners."
The plan of attack was in motion, and every one of them was tense.
The head, and the limbs. The spider was complete.
There would be no doubt.
Because of the order, the first attack surge was in plan.
And the head proceeded to his duties.
He, from a distance, peered into the blond's room – with no uncouth thoughts whatsoever – half-expecting the blond to be ill at ease. But he was taken by surprise when he did see the lad calm and at peace, reading a book under candlelight on his bed, apparently oblivious of the strangers.
Suddenly, the blond jerked up his head, causing Kuroro to move backward. He didn't want to be known, for the element of surprise will be a helpful factor.
When Kuroro narrowed his eyes to see, he noticed that the blond's phone was ringing. The lad took it and answered it, and soon a smile crept on his face. He lay back on the bed, relaxed, talking to whoever was on the other end of the line.
Now, Kuroro's mind urged on. It's time.
But his feet felt glued to the ground.
No, he resisted his battling body. There would be no hesitation.
And with that, he attacked.
