After leaving the meeting room, Zold's eyes were unclear, seemingly lost in his thoughts. He walked quietly, and the noise around him didn't seem to enter his ears. He only snapped out of his trance when a familiar voice called out to him.
"Captain Starks."
Zold raised his head, a natural frown appearing on his face. But once he saw who it was, his expression eased, and he nodded slightly. "It's you."
In front of him stood a curly white-haired man, with a pair of pupils shining like two pale moons. He wore a pair of thin, rectangular-framed glasses, making him appear unassuming.
Arima showed a smile. "Captain Starks, It's been a while."
Zold nodded. "Do you need anything?"
"Well, I do have a request." Arima hesitated slightly, but seeing Zold's brows crease, he clarified his intentions. "I want to fight you, Captain Starks. I asked Ms. Shiho where I can find you, and she told me that you'll be busy with a mission after today."
