There is no place for a good person in Nanba, right? It is rare to meet an honest and good-natured interlocutor among the madhouses and criminals, but there are exceptions everywhere. For them, such an interlocutor, a friend, a close soul was Bayo. Inconspicuous, silent, a little hot-tempered, but if you look closely, very kind. It is pleasant to talk to him, it is pleasant to while away long evenings in the colony.

"... hey, I'm here." a quiet voice a slight movement of the hand, which should have been a welcoming gesture, as always monotonously attracts attention among the complete loneliness in one of the long gardens of the sixth building. "... something urgent?" they looked too tense when they asked for a meeting, therefore obvious thoughts crept into their heads. although he would not have refused in any case, with Hakusyaku and the others it is certainly not bad, but sometimes it is too loud for his mind. it is easier with them, sometimes you don't even have to talk.

of course, the whole building is now on its ears. everyone is preparing for the New Year's tournament, because they participate in it so rarely, and it is large-scale and important there. although, it seems, they said that this year the program will be unique. especially since the tournament is held during the day... everyone will have to try to sleep at night or stock up on energy for such a long wakefulness... Bayo does not really care about awards or winning, but his friends are so fired up about it...

meeting them will be a welcome distraction.