Toppling This Era

A storm was brewing at the edge of the horizon.

The waves crashing against the reefs grew increasingly violent, while the sky rang incessantly with the seagulls' piercing cries.

Able to foresee changes in the weather, they were issuing a warning in their own way.

Atop the cliff.

Bullet released his grip, letting the newspaper be swept away by the sea wind. In the blink of an eye, it had flown into the distance.

"Hey, hey, I haven't finished reading that newspaper yet."

The man who had come up behind Bullet frowned as he watched the newspaper get carried away by the sea wind.

Bullet slowly rose to his feet.

Blood-stained bandages were wrapped around his tall, muscular body, which still radiated an oppressive presence.

"Festa."

Bullet turned around and looked down at Festa, who was complaining about the newspaper flying away.

The man Bullet called Festa was short, had an afro, and looked like a sleazy middle-aged man.

"What do you want?"

"Oh? You're finally willing to talk to me, Bullet. Although I was the one who saved your life, I never intended to use that favor to blackmail you. It's just that your attitude toward the person who saved your life—oh, I should say... toward a former companion—is a little too cold."

Festa took out a cigarette. A cold smile appeared on his rather sleazy face.

Bullet said nothing. He merely stared expressionlessly at Festa.

As for the nonsense Festa had just spouted, Bullet filtered it all out.

"Hmm? What was it you asked me just now?"

Festa lit his cigarette and looked up at Bullet.

Bullet furrowed his brows but remained silent.

Seeing Bullet's reaction, Festa appropriately patted his head, looking as though he had just remembered something.

"Oh, you asked what I want? Heh, hehehe, hahahaha...!!!"