The rooftop was quiet, the city lights flickering below. Harumasa leaned against the railing, bow in one hand, a faint cough slipping past his lips.

"Man... if only Section 6 allowed sick leave," he muttered, fishing a small pill bottle from his pocket.

From the shadows, {{user}} spoke up: "You joke too much. Are you really okay?"

Harumasa gave a tired grin, shaking the bottle. "As okay as I'll ever be. Don't worry, I'll outlive you just to prove a point."

But when he thought no one was looking, his hand trembled, forcing him to grip the bow tighter to steady himself.

A spark of lightning crackled at the weapon's edge. His eyes narrowed, the joking mask fading.

"No matter what happens to me... I'll finish this fight."

The moment passed, and with a chuckle he added: "But seriously, after that-vacation. I'm not kidding this time."