Leon was in a very good mood.
Really, he was genuinely happy. He had thought that coming here for revenge and facing one of The Hand's leaders meant he might not get any answers at all. He might only be able to Ora them all once, barely easing the hatred in his heart.
Maybe he would get an eye roll, a remarkably calm gaze, a disdainful smile, or some high-and-mighty last words.
Of course, he might get a string of curses instead~
Or perhaps they would simply have forgotten a little nobody like him.
Those were all the things Leon had imagined might happen when he interrogated the Five Fingers. He had rehearsed every possible scenario and prepared the corresponding comebacks.
The one thing he had never expected was for things to happen like this.
He led his companions into the enemy's lair, casually asked a question, and the culprit came out on his own!
And admitted it!!
"What a... unfortunate day for you..."
Leon raised his right hand, forming a gun with his fingers and pointing it at the man who seemed just as happy as he was.
"Oh! I forgot to ask." Leon shoved his hand back into his pocket.
"Which of the Five Fingers are you?"
Shin no longer held his sword one-handed so arrogantly. He gripped it with both hands and assumed the opening stance of an iaijutsu draw.
As a lover of cold weapons, Shin had forged his martial path through bloody battles. Countless times, he had been struck in vital spots during close combat, hanging by a thread between life and death.
And the person who had wounded him most often was his master, another close-combat grandmaster even stronger than him: Murakami!
Through hundreds, perhaps thousands, of fights, Shin had developed instincts nearly as