Both of them turned toward the source of the furious voice, their gazes locking onto a man standing several feet away. He was broad and stocky, his protruding stomach stretching the fabric of his ill-fitting clothes. Sweat glistened on his forehead despite the cool air, and his face was contorted with rage, his nostrils flaring like a bull ready to charge.
Misuzu tensed immediately, her body rigid with instinctive wariness. There was no hesitation in her reaction—she knew exactly who he was.
"That's the one I was talking about, Okumura-kun," she murmured, her voice laced with quiet apprehension. "Chihiro's brother."
