For the entirety of the day, Kazuichi found himself in a bizarre state of clumsiness that was more than just an inconvenience. Every step he took seemed to leave a mark on the ground—literal cracks that spiderwebbed across the stone floor. The strength he’d gained during the fever had become a curse, and it was as if he couldn’t control the raw power coursing through his veins.

"Damn it," Kazuichi muttered under his breath as he tried to pick up a cup, only for it to shatter in his grip. He stared at the broken pieces in disbelief. "What’s wrong with me?"

Nearby, Arisu and Jurou exchanged glances, trying to stifle their laughter. It was hard not to find the situation amusing, even though they could see how much it was bothering Kazuichi.

"Kazuichi," Arisu called out, walking over to him. "You might want to go easy on things. At this rate, you’ll end up breaking the whole camp."

Kazuichi groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. "I’m trying, but it’s like everything I touch turns to dust."

Jurou, leaning against a wall with his arms crossed, couldn’t resist the opportunity to tease him. "You’re like a bull in a china shop. Maybe we should start calling you the Hybrid Hulk."

Kazuichi shot him a glare. "Very funny, Jurou."

Just then, Kurou entered the room, oblivious to the tension hanging in the air. "Hey, Kazuichi, how are you feeling? You—"

Kurou didn’t get to finish his sentence. Kazuichi, in a moment of distraction, reached out to give him a friendly pat on the shoulder, but the force behind it sent Kurou stumbling back into the wall, leaving a noticeable dent.

"Oof!" Kurou gasped, clutching his shoulder in pain. "What the hell, man?"

Kazuichi’s eyes widened in horror. "Kurou, I—I didn’t mean to! Are you okay?"

Kurou waved off his concern with a wince. "I’ll live, but damn, you’ve got to be more careful."

Arisu bit her lip, trying not to laugh, while Jurou shook his head in mock disapproval. "You’re a walking disaster, Kazuichi."

As the day wore on, Kazuichi’s frustration only grew. Every attempt to do something simple—like lifting a chair or opening a door—ended in unintended destruction. It was as if his body had gained a new level of strength that he hadn’t yet learned to control, and it was driving him to the brink.

"Maybe I should just lock myself in a room and stay there," Kazuichi grumbled after yet another mishap, this time breaking a pen just by picking it up.

Lea, who had been observing from a distance, finally stepped in. "Kazuichi, I think you’re overthinking it. Your body went through something intense, and it’s going to take time to adjust. You need to be patient."

Kazuichi sighed heavily, rubbing his temples as he tried to make sense of it all. "I get that, but I feel like I’m on the verge of losing control. What if I hurt someone?"

Lea placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "That’s why you need to figure out what’s happening to your body. Maybe you should talk to Ryuunosuke. He might know something."

Hesitating, Kazuichi considered her suggestion. "Yeah... maybe you’re right."

By the afternoon, Kazuichi’s patience had run out. After breaking yet another piece of furniture, he decided that enough was enough. He needed to blow off some steam, and he knew exactly how to do it.

Kazuichi made his way to Ryuunosuke Kazanari’s office, his frustration evident in his stride. He knocked on the door, waiting for the deep voice that invited him in.

"Come in," Ryuunosuke called, his tone calm and composed as always.

Kazuichi pushed open the door, stepping inside. Ryuunosuke was sitting at his desk, his sharp eyes already focused on Kazuichi as if he’d been expecting him.

"Ryuunosuke," Kazuichi began, "I need to get out of here. I can’t stay in camp like this. I’m breaking everything I touch, and I’m on edge. I need to hunt some Aberrants, or I’ll lose it."

Contemplating, Ryuunosuke studied him for a moment, his expression unreadable. "I see you’re struggling with your newfound strength," he said, leaning back in his chair. "But running off to hunt Aberrants might not be the best solution."

A frown appeared on Kazuichi’s face, his frustration bubbling up. "Then what am I supposed to do? Just sit here and wait for things to get worse?"

Ryuunosuke tapped his fingers together thoughtfully. "I understand your concern, but you must remember that this isn’t just about you. Your actions have consequences, and I can’t allow you to leave the camp in your current state."

Clenching his fists, Kazuichi glared at Ryuunosuke as he answered. "So what do you suggest? I can’t keep going like this."

With a sigh, Ryuunosuke’s gaze softened slightly, though his tone remained firm. "I’m planning to post some missions tomorrow. You’ll have your chance to vent your frustrations then. For now, I advise you to rest and try to understand what’s happening to your body. There’s no point in fighting Aberrants if you can’t control your own strength."

Kazuichi’s anger deflated, replaced by a sense of helplessness. He knew Ryuunosuke was right, but that didn’t make it any easier to accept.

"Fine," Kazuichi muttered, his shoulders slumping. "But this better not take long. I’m not sure how much more of this I can take."

Ryuunosuke nodded, his eyes never leaving Kazuichi’s. "Trust me, Kazuichi. You’ll have your answers soon enough. But for now, be patient."

With a heavy sigh, Kazuichi turned to leave the office. As he reached the door, he paused, glancing back at Ryuunosuke. "You’re watching me, aren’t you? Like you know something I don’t."

Ryuunosuke’s lips curved into a faint smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. "Perhaps. But that’s for you to figure out."

Not responding, Kazuichi let out a breath, his mind already swirling with thoughts as he exited the room. Something was happening to him, something beyond his understanding. And while the other Hybrids might have found his clumsiness amusing, he knew it was only a matter of time before things escalated.

As he walked back to his quarters, Kazuichi couldn’t shake the feeling that he was standing on the edge of something far more dangerous than he’d anticipated. Whatever had happened to him during the fever, it had changed him in ways he couldn’t yet comprehend. And until he figured out what that change meant, there was no telling what might happen next.