110 The Pitcher

3:00 PM, seated inside an auditorium, Jyorta fell silent, dozing off. On the screen above the dais was an educational film being played; the film consisted of a team of soldiers, Warriors and Espers fighting against a higher Tiered opponent, the steps they took to ensure their survival and victory.

Even though the contents and the tactics used in it were informative, Jyorta was distracted. The blue soul in him was constantly disturbed, the source that caused the scene being vague.

Closing his eyes, Jyorta focused his senses on his blue soul, intending to see if any of the creepy-haired man's arrangements had surfaced. Unfortunately, nothing of the sort happened.

'The way Laila looked spoke volumes about the danger I sensed. Even though the sense of danger had vanished within a couple of minutes, its effects still linger, making my blue soul distressed.'