It has been four months since the defeat of kaiju number 9 and things have more or less settled down. The reconstruction of the city was well underway and a sense of normality has returned.

Iharu had been officially reassigned to the third division along with the others. He has improved leaps and bounds during his temporary transfer.

After everything that has happened he was more then happy to be back in familiar territory with his comrades. Including a certain someone.

Iharu stepped out of the base, tool box in hand as he made his way to his motorcycle. With all that time away his precious bike had been neglected, or at least he assumed it had. However upon arriving at his parking spot he was greeted by a pleasant surprise.

"Wha- For real?!"