Eyes reddened as if about to blaze. This damned family’s trademark slitted gaze. And you could see the clan’s telltale traits in his build as well.
Not the massive bulk my father and the First Elder had, but the smaller frame that I and the other scions of the Gu Clan shared.
If you pin it down—
‘About the same as I originally was.’
He was about as tall as I’d been before my transformation. For a martial artist, that meant he was quite short.
And, moreover—
‘…He looks really frightening.’
I don’t usually say that sort of thing, but the man before me—the one called Patriarch—truly looked terrifying.
From those sharply slitted eyes, something murderous seeped out.
Ah, damn. Is that how the others feel when they look at me?
‘…I really hate that.’
For a moment, I felt like I understood their point of view, and my mood soured. No—this isn’t what matters right now.
‘So.’
This man is the Patriarch?
I was still holding…