The scar-covered man, Hida Takahito, fixed his disinterested gaze on the conflict below him. Both scars and fresh wounds ran across Takahito’s body. They were not just scattered here and there, but were worn into him. Old scars covering every inch of his body were overlaid with fresh wounds covering every inch of his body. Of course, blood was gushing from his fresh wounds, but Takahito paid them no heed. It was as if he had no sense of pain, or his wounds had merely been painted on. He only watched the battle taking place below him and smirked.

Kyotou Yasuri Chapter 2