“You like Shishiba?... Seriously?" he asked, his grip on the steering wheel tightening as he sighed inwardly, the wind ruffling his hair.

"Why?"

His question was straightforward—no hint of evasion. He wanted to know why you like Shishiba and not him. After all, Shishiba wasn't even the superior assassin. His weapon was a hammer for god’s sake.

Nagumo was jealous. "I mean, he's not even that good-looking... and I know I'm a better assassin than him."