After getting shot at, Akihiko made sure his guard was up. He wasn’t in danger at present, though, and as time passed by, the fog started to lift. He noticed that too, although he couldn’t be sure if he had any control over it. Maybe not. The electricity part, he could understand, given his partnership with Polydeuces and Caesar. But weather control? No way. He couldn’t possibly have an ability like that.

While rushing through some bushes, stray branches whipped across his leg, agitating his wound. With a visible wince, the silver-haired teen forced himself to stop for a minute. He propped his hand against the nearest tree and bent over partway, catching his breath and waiting for the pain to subside. The air around him was tense with energy, and he could sense some source of power dwelling inside. He wasn’t helpless anymore. This pleased him more than anything else about the competition.