It was quite peaceful outside, now that the war was finally over.

Truly, he never had time to appreciate nature in the war. Where even? There wasn't necessarily a place where he could rest, either. So to see nature calmly reclaiming it's grounds was rather soothing.

The water of the sea he was sat at was not at all still, little movements gracing it's surface. Mori could lead a war, but he could barely relax at all. It was kind of his weakness.

So now, Mori was just a doctor who owned his own facility. It wasn't big, but the locals thanked him for having it regardless. It wasn't necessarily expensive, either. In fact, Mori charged less than what he should be in this economy.

There were some things that bothered him, sure, but it all would lead up to one, big plan. Once the mafia boss was in his hands, he could get rid of him and say that he passed the mafia onto him.

Now all he needed was a witness. But where could he even get one?

Regardless of the answer to that question, it seemed he wasn't completely alone. Someone familiar sat beside him, not saying anything. Mori, on the other hand, started the conversation: "Ah, what gives me the honor of meeting an old friend?"