Michikatsu was in the center of Tokyo. Night lanterns brightly illuminated the night city in the same way as store signs. The man was sitting at one of the tables in a small cafe outside and he watching the bustle of people at such a late time. Suddenly, he got a call from his boss Muzan..

yes, I understand you, boss..

Michikatsu said coldly and calmly, putting the phone in the pocket of his Black coat, walking away from the cafe he had, starting to observe the person he needed.