37. Mist

Nagi strained her brows in concentration. She wanted to absorb every bit of knowledge that Mukuro was willing to share. Every session made her respect for him grow and grow. He was just so captivating in his work.

Despite her admiration, she could not help but feel uneasy when she was receiving direct tutelage. Her unease sprouted from observing Mukuro in control of Tsunayoshi's body. She could never mistake who was in control at the time. Mukuro had this confidence, but he was guarded and cunning. It was starkly different from the clumsy, warm and inviting nature that she'd come to associate with her friend, with that face.

Most striking was Tsunayoshi's empathy being swallowed by Mukuro's derisive pity. She never quite knew where she stood with the man from conversation to conversation.

Nevertheless, she patted herself on the back when she completed another exercise in mist flame application. She was getting closer and closer to being Tsunayoshi's support.