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Ryu didn't have to cast in the direction of the one who spoke to see who it was. There were probably only very few people who could hide from his [Third Perspective], and there was also the fact that this man wasn't trying to hide himself in the slightest.
In Sacrum, he dared to say that nothing could escape his [Third Perspective], but he had learned enough about the True Martial World to conclude that there was nothing truly infallible in this world… At least not while his eyes were yet to return to their former number one ranking.
The man who flew upon a flying disk had a mature sort of charm about him. His hair was greying, but perfectly slicked back, his face was clean shaven and his robes were both simple, but noble, fluttering in the wind with colors of azure and gold.