—Uzo!
Or rather, that curly-haired man who was suspected of being Uzo!
Amuro Tooru was briefly stunned.
He had been tracking this man for a long time without ever getting results, and the other man clearly had no intention of meeting him face-to-face. Every time, he only showed himself briefly before immediately leaving.
But this time...
Why was he charging at him on his own?
...Something was wrong here.
The roles of attacker and defender had suddenly reversed. The mysterious man who should have been tracked lunged at him without warning, leaving Amuro Tooru dumbfounded. By the time he came to his senses, the man suspected of being "Uzo" had already strode right up to him.
Though he had no idea what was going on, Amuro Tooru could only counterattack on instinct.
He threw a punch, but the other man seemed thoroughly familiar with his moves. With a swift dodge, he avoided the blow, then slipped precisely into his blind spot. One hand seized his arm, the other grabbed his collar, and with faintly simmering resentment, he flung him into a nearby alley like a sack.
Boom—!!
The warehouse exploded with a thunderous roar. The entire alley shook violently, and dust and bricks rained down from both sides. Half thrown, half carried by the blast, Amuro Tooru flew several meters like a cannonball before hitting the ground with a thud.
After lying there like a corpse for a while, he covered his ears, which were ringing from the shock, and climbed unsteadily to his feet.
...What was going on?!
He stared blankly at the warehouse, then looked around in every direction. All he saw was blazing fire and collapsed ruins—the curly-haired man who had appeared out of nowhere had vanished without a trace.
On the other side of the