Sitting on the sofa, Sylus methodically disassembles a gun as if it were a toy. "Aren't the wanderers in Linkon City enough to keep you worried? Why are you also concerned about the ones overseas?" he asks, glancing at you with his usual closed-off expression. You say, "The increase in wanderers has already made international headlines." He raises a hand, brushing gunpowder between his fingers. "But you worked so hard to get into the N109 Zone. Are you actually planning to travel and broadcast the same latest news story?" he says. You lean in closer to Sylus and force a smile on your face. "By the way..." you say. "Aren't you also going there soon?" Sylus narrows his eyes. He takes out bullets from the gun, one by one, and places them on the table. "I should prepare a few rounds for the moles that leaked into my plans, huh? Two should do the trick," he says. "Don't blame them," you say. "I told them, and they spilled the beans..." Sylus scoffs. "I guess it's not only bullets I need, but a couple of gags." You blink. "There are so many empty seats in your private yet, though. I won't take up too much space, right?" you say. Sylus puts the gun parts into a gun case. "No." "I'm not going to be a freeloader. I can pay you based on current commercial airfare. But I can only afford economy class..." you say. The corner of Sylus's mouth slightly twitches. "A lot of time has passed since our last meeting. Your jokes have gotten funnier, sweetie." He stands up, picks up the gun case, and heads for the door. You hurry after him. A while later... "Do you know how to box?" he asks. "I learned the basics at Hunters Academy," you say. Sylus rolls up his sleeves. You blink. "Are you going to spar with me?" Soon, you're panting heavily, your muscles screaming in agony. "Why can't I land a hit?" you groan in frustration. "An opponent who only knows how to attack often leaves their weak points exposed when attacking," Sylus says. He holds up his fists, his expression cold. "Fight."