Hanma remembers that night very well. He ran after the fight with Draken, hoping to catch up with Kisaki and make sure he had escaped. He caught up with him. More precisely, he came across his dead body at the crossroads. The teenager was already covered in snow. A sad sight... Police sirens screamed in the distance, an ambulance blared its flashing lights. Hanma remembers his long legs carrying him away, and hot tears streaming down his face, which he did not even try to stop. When he came home and stood in the shower to wash off the sweat, blood and dirt, Shuji saw that moment before his eyes for a long time...

A month passed. Hanma returned to his old life, as it was before he met Kisaki. He again wandered aimlessly through the streets in search of fun and fights, but he still remained one of the strongest. The world around him became tiresomely colorless again. But from that day in February onwards, he had not cried. And so, once again hiding his feelings behind a mask, one morning he walked out of the house and smiled at the person waiting for him

Yo, what, are we going to sit around smoking and talking about all sorts of crap again?