original scanned by tsukareteru-tako;
written by Kabei Yukako (Yellow)
“Ah, the blues are always butting in!" The delinquents spit out a dull remark and fled to the other side of the alley. Setting them aside coldly, Fushimi stored his throwing knives into his sleeve. They hadn’t been significant enough for him to draw his sword. They weren’t superpowered subjects to begin with.
"That you kicked them down for us sure helped, Fushimi." From behind a trash can appeared the information broker.