Tangze: A Head Full of Weird Stuff

After the dazzling blaze faded, Tangze watched the black-clad figure in the middle of the arena attack the puppet lunging at him from the ropes, unable to resist raising an eyebrow.

Tangze had expected that the owner of this palace, a bomb-maker fond of antisocial antics, would have created a palace capable of enraging Matsuda Jinpei.

But once elements connected to Kenji Hagiwara's sacrifice appeared, Matsuda Jinpei's anger built noticeably faster. An exaggerated, theatrical puppet show attempting to recreate Kenji Hagiwara's death had set him off completely.

Rubbing his chin, Tangze nodded in satisfaction. "Very nice. I knew it—Mr. Furuya's academy classmates were all about as capable as he was. He's got potential."

"He really is efficient, this newcomer," Noah's voice sounded beside Tangze's ear.

With phones and the navigation system overhead as conduits, Noah could appear beside any troupe member with a mere thought. Tangze only glanced at the little robot poking its head out while clinging to his scarf before casually answering, "That's not what I meant. I mean, we finally have someone whose style fits."

"Huh?" Noah blinked, unable to understand where Tangze's sudden turn had come from.

Tangze looked ahead at Matsuda Jinpei, who kept alternating between firing and using his mask, then tipped his chin toward him. "Don't you think this effect is more balanced with Kaito Kid's style?"

Matsuda Jinpei's main color scheme had always been black, so naturally his phantom thief outfit consisted solely of black, white, and gray, with only a little red trim remaining along the fluttering hems.

Still, compared with the others in the troupe, his white shirt, black vest, flowing trench coat, and hood concealing most of his face gave him a far stronger phantom thief atmosphere. If he stood opposite Kaito Kid, perhaps the mood would be even