Undercurrents Clash

In Yorknew's early morning, warm sunlight spilled through the window into the hotel room. Ryan opened his eyes, sat up in bed, and stretched. The tension from last night's battle had finally dissipated completely, and both his body and mind had mostly recovered.

After getting up, he quickly washed up, casually threw on a jacket, and left the hotel, planning to grab breakfast on the street. Though yesterday's clash with the Troupe had been brief, he understood that the days ahead would only grow more complicated. He had to make the most of every chance to rest and keep himself in peak condition at all times.

Ryan strolled casually down the street and soon arrived at a small restaurant. He ordered a simple breakfast and took a seat by the window. There were not many people inside, most of them ordinary citizens. The quiet, peaceful atmosphere eased his mind considerably.

After only a few bites, Ryan looked up and suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure flashing past the entrance. Then someone sauntered inside. It was Hisoka. Dressed in somewhat flamboyant casual clothes, he looked utterly unconcerned as he glanced around the restaurant, his gaze finally settling on Ryan's table.

Ryan immediately became alert, but he showed no sign of panic. He continued eating breakfast at an unhurried pace, even lifting his cup for a sip of coffee before calmly meeting Hisoka's eyes.

Hisoka smiled as he approached and sat down across from Ryan without the slightest hesitation.

"Morning." Hisoka's smile was still teasing. "That sniper round last night—it was yours, wasn't it?"

Ryan looked at his dangerous smile and returned it faintly. "What do you think?"

Hisoka narrowed his eyes, leaned forward slightly, and lowered his voice. "Don't be nervous. I didn't come today to hold you accountable. You