Sorry, Same. I'm not even angry over you right now.
I bear no grudge against anyone. It's just that the world feels so, so wonderful right now.
Throughout chapters and not, I alone am the unexplained one.
The merit of having an identity is having influence.
The demerit is that publicity easily reveals me.
You were the leader of the gang, weren't you? That's why you know me.
However, even among the skill users, only a scant few know about this.
Take the unforeseen and the unexplained, then smash together those two different expressions of Deus ex machina to create and push out imaginary shit.
Imaginary Technique: Ippon.