Takamura's expression sobered. He leaned back in his chair, thick arms crossing over his chest.
"You think Nakano is collecting them?"
"I think Nakano is building something." Reyna's fingers drummed against her thigh, a nervous habit she usually suppressed. "He's got the President's sister. He's got a girl whose family helped her walk away from the most exclusive recruitment class in a decade. He's got Monica Von Astrom, who apparently can command vegetation now. He's got a telekinetic powerhouse, an illusionist, a girl hosting an S-Rank beast spirit..."
She trailed off, frustration bleeding through her composure.
"I've watched the footage from their dungeon clear. His team moved like they'd been fighting together for years, not weeks. They anticipated each other's actions. They covered each other's weaknesses. It was..."
"Beautiful," Takamura finished quietly. "I watched it too. That kind of coordination doesn't happen by accident."
