At noon, there weren't many customers in the fast-food restaurant. In this era dominated by takeout, sitting inside a restaurant to eat a burger was a peculiar behavior in itself, let alone in "Martial Arts Street."
Identity and Pad sat by the window, which seemed intentionally designed to serve as an observation deck, silently observing the street that appeared to be an ordinary pedestrian walkway, yet looked as if it had just been bombed, stretching out into the distance.
"It's lunchtime now; if you want to watch, you'll have to wait a few more minutes," said the server, who seemed quite accustomed to such foreign tourists, as he placed the meals on the table and gave a gentle reminder.
Identity nodded in thanks, while Pad lightly tapped the glass in front of him—
"Is this, by any chance, K-22 Enhanced Resin? Your restaurant actually managed to get a hold of this military-controlled item?"
