[Tranquil City - Orphanage - Evening]
Damian walked through the gates of the largest orphanage in Tranquil City – the first one he'd established and the one that had started everything.
Hehehe.
The sun was setting, painting the sky in shades of orange and red, children's laughter echoing across the courtyard.
He'd come looking for the Unnamed Four, needing Vash's guidance on physical control.
But the scene that greeted him made him pause.
Gregor – intimidating and legendary S rank fugitive – was on his hands and knees with three children riding on his back like he was a horse, his gruff voice making exaggerated galloping sounds.
Yara sat surrounded by a circle of young girls, her healing-specialized hands glowing softly as she demonstrated basic Aura control, her gentle voice patient and encouraging.
Castor was teaching a group of boys basic defensive stances, his movements slowed and simplified for their limited understanding, his normally serious face showing rare smiles.
