It wasn't that Katsura... that guy hadn't made a move, but...
Katsura was an airhead. Rumi Tsurumi had known that for a long time, but someone as naturally airheaded as Katsura... she swore this was the first time she had ever seen one. She even dared say that, despite still being a child, she truly admitted defeat when it came to being an airhead!
Mr. Katsura had faced off against two armies—well, calling it a clash between two armies was a bit of an exaggeration, but the other side had brought quite a few homeless people with them. This was a fight over territory, after all. Yet what did Mr. Katsura do?
He merely glanced at the invading enemy... well, the invading homeless people, then swaggered right over and said, "Hey, you were bullied, weren't you?"
Hey, hey, hey! They were here to seize territory!? If anyone was doing the bullying, it should have been them. How could they possibly have been bullied?
Sure enough, the homeless people following the other side couldn't stand it anymore. "Bastard, what nonsense are you spouting? How could Mr. Narita possibly—"
Before they could finish, however, Katsura pointed at the homeless man in the lead—rather, Mr. Narita—and said, "But someone drew a turtle on his arm..."
The moment those words came out, everyone fell silent, including the homeless people who had known Katsura before. "..."
That wasn't a turtle someone had drawn on him. It was a tattoo—a tattoo!
And it wasn't even a turtle. It was a demon...
"Was this a prank..." Yet Katsura, of all people, didn't understand any of that. He continued, "When I was little, people used to draw on me all the time too..."
Forget everyone else—even Rumi Tsurumi wanted to complain. That was a tattoo! It was completely