Watari finishes wrapping Yumi up, letting out a quiet sigh as he leans back. He mutters,

  “You really don’t know when to quit, huh?”

  A voice from the darkness responds—not Yumi’s.

  “Neither do you kid.”

  Watari’s head snaps up just as Ren steps into the dim firelight, hands in his pockets, a knowing smirk on his face.

  Watari, still high off adrenaline, beams at him.

  “Ren! Man, you missed it! I came up with all my move names on the spot, and they were so cool!”

  He’s already waving his arms excitedly.

  “I was moving like lightning—I mean, actually like lightning. It was insane! You should’ve seen me! One second I was over here, next second—BAM!—right behind that thing, and then I—”

  Ren just watches him. Silent. Expression unreadable. Watari, still rambling, keeps going.

  “I called the st one Kirin, dude. And I think I—wait, no, I know I fried that thing out of existence. It was so sick. You’d be proud—”

  Then, he suddenly throws up two fingers in a dramatic pose, eyes gleaming.

  “I wanted it to look just like Sasuke’s, but you know, mine was way cooler. Probably at least twice as devastating. Maybe even three times. And I didn’t even have to wait for rain! So, technically speaking—”

  Ren lets out a hearty ugh. A full, genuine, deep chuckle.

  Watari blinks. His mouth stays half-open like he’s about to keep talking, but the unexpected sound from Ren makes him pause.

  Ren shakes his head, still grinning.

  “Yeah, kid. You did good. You did real good.”

  Then, his attention shifts to Yumi.

  “Let me take care of her.” From inside his coat, Ren pulls out a small gss tube filled with a faintly glowing green liquid.

  He kneels beside Yumi, uncorks the vial, and pours it carefully onto her wounds. The liquid absorbs into her skin, and almost instantly, a soft green glow ripples over her body like mist, sealing her wounds with quiet efficiency.

  Watari watches, wide-eyed. “Wait a minute—” he points dramatically.

  “You’re a sorcerer?!”

  Ren doesn’t even look up.

  “You’re an idiot.”

  Watari groans. “Oh, come on. You can’t just pull out a magic potion and not expect me to ask questions!”

  Ren stands, stretching his shoulders. “Give her a good night’s rest. She’ll be fine in the morning.”

  Watari sighs in relief, rubbing the back of his head. “That’s good…”

  Then, Ren turns toward him. His voice, while casual, carries a certain weight. “Hey, kid.”

  Watari gnces up.

  “We gotta have a talk tomorrow.”

  There’s no further expnation. No teasing remark. Just that simple statement.

  Watari, uncharacteristically quiet for a moment, nods. “Yeah… okay.”

  Then, as if catching himself slipping into something too serious, he shrugs with a grin. “I’ll try to get some sleep. No promises, though.”

  Ren smirks. “Just try.”

  As Watari settles down, he ys on his back, eyes fixed on the ceiling. His fingers absently toy with the bracelet on his wrist. He turns it under the dim firelight, watching how the glow reflects off its surface. His expression, usually filled with bravado and energy, is softer now. Thoughtful.

  Ren, standing near the edge of the room, watches him for a moment. The kid is finally starting to process everything.

  Ren exhales, then turns toward the nterns scattered around the room. “I’m pretty sure it’s safe to turn these off tonight.”

  One by one, he extinguishes them. The firelight dies down. The room is cast into darkness, save for the faintest glow from the embers.

  Before stepping away, Ren gnces back one st time. Watari is still lying there, still staring at his bracelet with admiration.

  Ren smirks.

  Then, without another word, he walks toward the hall leading out of the underground space. The shadows seem to ripple around him as he mutters—

  “Waning Moon.”

  The moment the words leave his lips, the shadows swallow him whole.

  CUT TO BLACK.