Hayato could only take off his soaked clothes and take a cold shower while he was at it.
By the time he came out of the bathroom, Jessica was already sprawled on the bed, snoring away. The blanket and sheets had been kicked onto the floor, while she lay there spread-eagled, occupying the entire bed.
Her clothes were completely soaked, so she was wearing the hotel's silk bathrobe.
Ahem. Going commando and all that... not attractive in the slightest.
But Hayato felt that if he stayed any longer, he would turn into a gentleman, so he left the hotel early and headed to Mindy's training base.
The little girl came right up to him and sniffed around him. "The smell of different women. Hmph! Other than Big Daddy, not a single one of you is any good."
Her gun barrel never left Hayato's lower half.
Hayato suspected it was Mindy's sixth sense rather than her sense of smell. He had clearly washed himself spotless, with only the scent of body wash left on him.
Mindy's Curved Trajectory Technique was still in its infancy, but the direction and method had already been proven correct. As long as she kept going, there would come a day when she reached the threshold.
As for how far she could go, that depended on her talent.
Daredevil had not contacted Hayato, presumably because he was busy dealing with Colleen's situation.
Bakuto was one of the five fingers of The Hand, and also the most hypocritical of them. For Colleen, he was precisely the hardest type to deal with.
It was simple. All he had to do was send out the homeless street kids Colleen had once recruited, and Colleen would immediately fall apart. Then he could use Colleen as a breakthrough point to deal with