Hamazura left the botanical ethanol fuel plant in District 3. A few members of Item's subordinate organization were waiting outside to destroy the evidence, but no one tried to stop him. To them, he was the person who had just defeated Academy City's #4 Level 5. They weren't about to carelessly stop him.
"Yo."
A figure standing a ways from the building called out to him.
"Hanzou?"
A delinquent from District 7 had no ties to the celeb-filled District 3. Hamazura doubted he was there by chance. He must have been monitoring the radio channels.
"I heard, Hamazura."
"About what? And how much of it?"
"That you defeated a Level 5 all on your own."
Hamazura was surprised at how excellent Hanzou's source of information was, but he said something else as if it had just come to mind.
"It came in handy."
"It?"
"The ladies handgun. If you hadn't given it to me, I would've died."
"Ha. You're quite a monster yourself to have defeated a Level 5 with something like that."
Hanzou took out two cigarettes and handed one to Hamazura as he spoke.
"See? It was a good present. With an accomplishment like that, no one's going to reject you now. Although I don't think there were many people that actually hated you in the first place."
"…"
"Come on back, Hamazura. There are people waiting for you."
"Sorry." Hamazura lit his cigarette and smiled slightly. "I have something I have to do."
"Tch. Makes me jealous."
Hanzou said that, but he didn't press Hamazura any further. Hamazura had faced a monster like Mugino Shizuri on his own. Hanzou could sense a change to Hamazura's mental state due to it.
"Well, whatever. I'll be consolidating Skill-Out for now."
"Sorry, man."
"But don't forget. I'll be keeping your seat open. Once you're done with what you have to do, come on back."
The two spoke, smiled, lightly tapped their fists together and parted ways.