Conan, waiting in the banquet hall, watched Yusuke Kitagawa walk in from the entrance. He could not help carefully inspecting the dress shoes on Yusuke's feet, which looked uncomfortable no matter how he looked at them, and sighed. "You're surprisingly energetic..."
After spending the whole day touring the exhibition and admiring the venue Yusuke Kitagawa had prepared for his teacher's rare grand event, Conan was genuinely exhausted. He was leaning back on a bench in the banquet hall, resting his feet.
Yet Yusuke Kitagawa had been standing and walking ever since they entered the museum that morning. He had accompanied Kisaragi Hōzui through social engagements, gone back and forth around the venue, inspected and coordinated the exhibition arrangements—and even now, as he walked through the door, he still looked full of vigor.
The guests at least had chances to stop, chat, and rest. Art exhibitions were meant to be viewed at a leisurely pace. How Yusuke Kitagawa maintained his stamina through that workload was truly beyond comprehension...
Tangze, whose physical fitness was more than solid, gave him an odd look.
"Even if I haven't eaten for two days, I can still carry an easel four kilometers to the park to paint from life. This exhibition hall isn't that big."
It was the honest truth, the absolute honest truth. Tangze's stamina in that regard really was impressive. Back when he had run barefoot through the forest on Mermaid Island without food or water for the sake of realism, he had not felt weak at all.
The Phantom Thieves of Hearts might not have had much else, but their legs were genuinely tough. Otherwise, how could they go on daily city walks above and below ground throughout Tokyo...
Conan patted his aching legs, unsure where to begin criticizing that statement, when he