That night, after the monsters had fallen silent again, television stations in every city went wild reporting on the Monster Association's uprising, its attack on the Hero Association headquarters, its capture of an executive's son, its occupation of Z City's abandoned district, and its open challenge to the Hero Association.
In short, in these difficult times, the people still struggling to survive finally learned the truth:
Monsters actually had an association. They weren't mindless creatures who only knew how to destroy and kill, as people had imagined. They were an organized band of evildoers—and they were hiding in Z City's abandoned district?
As public opinion erupted, many residents in central Z City began fleeing, making the already sparsely populated residential area even more deserted.
Of course, not everyone was afraid of the terrifying Monster Association in Z City's abandoned district. A certain bald man and a certain troublesome little girl who had lived here all along certainly didn't care about such a trivial matter.
In fact, neither the bald man nor the little girl had paid any attention to the Monster Association so far. They had no idea that another group of disgusting neighbors had moved into their abandoned district.
As for what was happening now?
Night had fallen. In the mist-filled bathroom of the two-story wooden house in Z City's abandoned district, Fubuki, who had only just returned from her "crushing defeat" in the central city earlier that day, was soaking in the tub and staring into space.
She let water drip from her short, ink-green hair onto her rounded shoulders and pale chest, or cling to her cheeks before running down in little rivulets.
She had washed the rank-smelling monster blood from her body, and had treated the red whip marks on her back with a little medicine.