Takeru and Naoya walked through the ruined estate.
For a while, neither said anything.
Naoya kept glancing at Takeru.
The Six Eyes still fascinated him.
Eventually, Takeru stopped.
He turned toward Naoya.
"I have a question."
Naoya raised an eyebrow.
"What?"
Takeru stared directly at him.
"You don't like women, right?"
Naoya didn't hesitate.
"…Correct."
SLAP.
Takeru's hand connected directly with Naoya's face.
WHACK.
Naoya's head snapped sideways.
Silence.
He slowly turned back.
"…Did you just slap me?"
Takeru shook his hand once.
"Yep."
Naoya's expression twisted between confusion and irritation.
"…Why?"
Takeru stared at him.
"Because you're wrong."
Naoya frowned.
"…What?"
Takeru stepped closer.
"Being strong doesn't give you an excuse to look down on half the human population."
Naoya's jaw tightened.
"You don't know anything about me."
Takeru nodded.
"True."
He pointed at Naoya.
"But I know enough."
Naoya stared at him.
The strange thing was...
Takeru wasn't afraid.
Wasn't intimidated.
Wasn't even particularly angry.
He was simply disappointed.
Naoya rubbed his cheek.
"…You're strange."
Takeru smiled.
"Yeah."
A pause.
"Now come on."
Naoya looked at him suspiciously.
"…Where?"
"To meet someone."
"Who?"
Takeru grinned.
"…A version of you."
Naoya's expression froze.
"…What?"
Takeru started walking.
"You'll understand when you see him."
Naoya reluctantly followed.
Behind them, the ruined Zenin estate remained silent.
But somewhere ahead—
a very awkward reunion was waiting.