Akasaka brought Reborn to the Yorozuya first.
That's right!
Akasaka's target was Gin-san!
A solitary cloud, unbound by others and free to soar through the skies—wasn't Gin-san the perfect fit?
While he was at it, he could see whether Kagura had the aptitude. If she did, he could pull her in too. She would count as high-end combat power, or at least a substitute Guardian. Either way, he wouldn't lose out.
As for Shinpachi, forget it... He didn't seem useful.
Though Shinpachi was not at the Yorozuya and had gone out to buy groceries, he suddenly began griping at the empty sky. "Who are you calling useless, you bastard?!"
Shinpachi immediately came to his senses. "Huh? Who was I griping at? Why did I just do that on instinct?"
Shinpachi scratched his hair with his hand until it was nearly a bird's nest, but he still could not figure it out.
His body had started griping on its own, as though someone had been badmouthing him somewhere. He had neither seen nor heard anything, yet he had reacted instinctively.
Over on Akasaka's side.
He had already brought Reborn into the Yorozuya.
The moment Reborn entered, he nearly stepped on a pile of dog shit by the entrance.
Sadaharu had relieved himself wherever he pleased and left it there.
Reborn's calm face darkened slightly as he looked around at the surroundings.
The place was a mess, with clothes tossed around carelessly. In the middle sat a white-haired, curly-haired man, picking his nose.
Reborn looked at Akasaka. "Are you sure the person you're looking for is here?"
What Reborn meant was, was the person Akasaka had found reliable?
Akasaka was rather helpless too.
This guy was famously unreliable, but at critical moments, he really was quite trustworthy.
That white-haired curly-haired boy was