“Ow, my back.”

  Working fast, he kicked down the door and hid John inside the elevator, or more so on top of it. Like clockwork, the building's security came by to visit.

  “Oh, thank goodness, where have you boys been? My neck hurts so much but I think that’s him.”

  Poji’s manager pointed at him. He tried to put on his best sad face, but he couldn’t help but smirk.

  “He went that way.”

  He gave a glare at his manager who pretended that he was in the crossfire of this play fight. He missed the music they would play by his house. Some of the records that came back from the Americans were songs by a man with a slim shape and slicked back hair. He missed that kind of lifestyle a lot.

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  “Alright, that means that we can move forward with the next part of the plan already.”

  “Really? Is the time upon us that early?”

  The next part of the plan was for Hans to rain havoc on the city of Edo. He was partly placing himself at fault for such a thing but most of the activities would simply be spread as rumors by Poji and John.

  “Yes, it is.”

  Hans was barreling through the streets of Edo whilst being ten stories high. For the most part, the people below were terrified of what was happening despite how he actively stepped on carts and empty cars to not accidentally crush someone who was walking by.

  “Help! Monster!”

  Hans couldn’t help but chuckle and replay the sound of an orchestra from a movie he heard. He felt like a character from that movie, it was a Japanese work that had some man in a big rubber suit. Hans partly believed that they wasted such a great score.