The endless mumbles of the Hunting Dogs headquarters floated about the halls; word had gotten out about their most recent mission. Once again, they had managed to subdue a rising terrorist and all that. So just the average Tuesday. None of the members seemed to particularly care either.

This included Tetchō, who was currently training once more in the fields outside the building.

Shirtless and doing push-ups, he seemed to have endless stamina.

What’s the count now? 70? 153?