Once Again Falling Into Unconsciousness

Shishhh~

Kazuichi's body felt like it was on fire, every nerve alight with a feverish intensity that refused to abate. Each step was a battle against the weight that seemed to drag him down, his legs trembling beneath the strain.

He could feel the pulse of something dark and powerful within him, a force that had taken root during the fever that had nearly consumed him the night before. It was as if his very blood had been tainted, turning his veins into conduits for raw, uncontrollable energy.

His quarters were just ahead, a sanctuary where he could collapse and rest, but the thought of facing his friends in his current state filled him with dread. He couldn't let them see him like this—weak, vulnerable, and teetering on the brink of something he couldn't even begin to understand.

The last thing he wanted was to put them at risk, to unleash whatever was festering inside him on the people he cared about.