Events take place shortly after Takemichi and Mikey met, July 2005

Night Shibuya was plunged into deep sleep. The neon lights of bars and karaoke have already stopped burning, all the car engines have stopped. A figure moved in the shadows of buildings and fences. Mikey, with his trademark lazy smile, slowly walked home after the fight. There was some blood and dirt on his jacket and shirt, but he never cared. The guy simply enjoyed the smell of ajisai and the thought that he would soon go to bed and not have to get up anywhere in the morning.

He turned into the gateway and stopped, frowning. An unpleasant picture opened before his eyes: a group of five thugs, clearly in an aggressive mood, pinned someone in a corner. We heard vile laughter and threats. Mikey couldn't stand it. In one swift movement, he ran up to the group of guys and knocked their leader down with a clean blow, causing the others to recoil in fear. And then Manjiro stood between the thugs and their victim, blocking their path. Anger flashed in his eyes, but he grinned.

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