Thread:DragonNinja01/@comment-38036641-20190625184319/@comment-36159587-20190625193928

 Unfortunately, judging from what had happened in the warehouse when Katori went in, the deity should have at least hesitated when he sensed that. However, Galaxian also had the uncanny habit and ability to crash right into a danger zone, so he strode towards the warehouse, teleporting over halfway.

 Unfortunately still, he also couldn't fathom whether his powers were at least back to working status or not. Even in that training session with Kenshin, his powers were only temporary. Perhaps he shouldn't have forced himself to train, he thought, but it wasn't always where he needed his powers.

 He stepped through the wall of the warehouse, his vision blurry. After all, his blackened eye wasn't helping much, instead projecting images that he didn't want in front of his vision, that often served to block his instincts instead of help them. After all, he could see ultraviolet and infrared rays, and it was already more than the ordinary eye could process. He blinked, to clear his vision, and then started forward, making sure he was in a relaxed yet defendable position either way.

 Seeing Dairo's abilities against Kenshin's, being about even, or perhaps even greater than his sensei in general abilities, he doubted it had been a physical adversary. A trap, perhaps, of some kind. Or something else, that wasn't as direct.

 The smoke had made him develop quite a negative feeling, but he chose to believe that the certain entity had been minding his own business within a few days' travel, and not here. But, the wound didn't seem normal, even to him.

 He guessed he would find out when he found Dairo. Hopefully he was close...

 "Dairo?" he called, his voice echoing throughout the place. In times like these, it was quite the nice quality.