Blazren stormed out of the room, his boots hitting the floor hard with every step.
He didn't talk to anyone.
Didn't look back.
He walked through the hallway, fists clenched, jaw tight.
He reached an empty hallway near the back of the Association building and stopped.
"Damn it…" he muttered under his breath.
He slammed his fist against the wall.
"Damn it!"
The impact left a dent in the metal panel, but it didn't help.
His mind was spinning.
They were losing heroes every week.
And now, all he could do was "sit tight"?
He shook his head, angry.
"I've been fighting longer than that kid's been alive," he growled.
"And now I have to watch from the side?"
He leaned forward, both fists pressed against the wall.
"If only I had more power…"
His voice was low, bitter.
"If I was AA-Rank… no, if I was S-Rank… I could wipe them out myself."
He slammed his hand again.
"I could protect the others."
"I could stop watching people die."
