Just an ordinary day that smoothly flowed into an ordinary evening. In an ordinary alley somewhere in the Shibuya area, the footsteps of two pairs of military boots are heard. Muto walks slightly ahead, sometimes turning back to say something to his companion. Sanzu walks a little behind, clasping his hands behind his back and looking at Muto's back, nodding at his words and occasionally answering something. It's hard to say which of them is more talkative - they both prefer action. But at such moments even they talk about something.

Muto: ...And remember. The main thing is to hold the opponent by the wrist. It will be more painful for him and easier for you.

Sanzu: nods Got it.