Nine-Headed Azure Dragon
"Fuck, that bastard is too hateful," Klaus muttered, rubbing his temple. He knew he'd been stupid this time. Sending his mind into something the senior had described as a Forbidden Relic was just plain reckless.
Still, he had to blame someone. The fact that he had run into the renegade monk again only fueled his frustration. He had learned the Nine Divine Soul Beads Art from that bastard, so if anyone was to blame, it was his past self.
"And how the fuck is he so damn handsome?" Klaus groaned, feeling an irrational pang of envy over Fruity's good looks. It annoyed him more than it should.
He leaned back, not forgetting to take a sip of water before letting his thoughts spiral any further.
"I'll wait until I'm strong enough to enter the bead again," he decided, his jaw tightening with determination. He wasn't about to give up on it, not after coming this far.