He wasn’t in the best of moods.
Maki steps infront of the academy with his remaining good eye fixed on whoever was standing outside screaming about someone wanting fight. Blood red samurai armor would be the first thing noticed about Maki, followed by the swords at his side and the one eye he had left, the green iris seemingly ablaze with his inner anger.
He pushes people aside and walks over, writing his name at the table and looking at the kid doing the yelling.
“Well?”
Maki steps infront of the academy with his remaining good eye fixed on whoever was standing outside screaming about someone wanting fight. Blood red samurai armor would be the first thing noticed about Maki, followed by the swords at his side and the one eye he had left, the green iris seemingly ablaze with his inner anger.
He pushes people aside and walks over, writing his name at the table and looking at the kid doing the yelling.
“Well?”