Kazuki Honjo's home was located in a bustling urban district on the outskirts of Tokyo's commercial area.
As a certified public accountant, he had a respectable, well-paying job, so naturally, his residence was a high-end apartment to match.
Long before the operation, Fujino had Hiroki investigate all of Kazuki Honjo's information and send it to him, so he already knew this apartment's location and layout like the back of his hand.
The Hang Glider circled above Tokyo for a moment before Fujino quickly locked onto the target apartment's direction.
He slightly adjusted his posture, raising the Hang Glider's direction of travel a little to trade speed for altitude and gradually slow down.
By the time they were halfway to the apartment, the Hang Glider had slowed to a steady pace. When it finally landed on the rooftop, the impact was so light that Fujino landed firmly, both feet planted solidly on the concrete.
Vermouth, whom he had been carrying in a princess carry, had it much worse.
The instant Fujino landed, he instinctively let go. Vermouth flew forward a short distance on momentum and crashed heavily onto the rooftop's stone tiles, her hip taking a solid, intimate hit.
"Ugh..." Vermouth sucked in a sharp breath, painfully curling over as she slowly climbed up from the ground. One hand covered her backside as she turned to complain to Fujino, "Why did you let go?!"
"Sorry, it was an old landing habit." Fujino gave an awkward smile, stepped forward, and pulled her up. His tone carried a hint of perfunctory apology. "You know how it is. Sometimes instinctive movements are impossible to control, and I accidentally let you go."
Vermouth stared at him, momentarily speechless.
You think I'd believe that nonsense?
What accident? What habit? You did that on purpose!
*You were