It's 9 AM, and Nozomu is at his desk in the Parallel Flight office, engrossed in the usual paperwork. As he diligently type away on the computer, working on his paperwork as he makes an approval stamp on right top corner.

“Some of the sales reports sure are hilarious...I could've just help out by volunteering myself in case if there's any trouble going on."

He grabs the stacks by gently putting altogether and then places it on the tray.