On the broad avenue.
A convoy of hover motorcycles roared past, drawing the attention of pedestrians and office workers with a moment to spare.
Pyrite Town hadn't seen a convoy tearing through its streets on this scale in a long time.
When the commercial district was first being built, some young people had taken issue with the Rescue Organization's staffing arrangements. They'd banded together and tried to target the first businesses that came to offer outside aid.
Their main means of transport had been an assortment of motorcycles with roaring engines.
The followers had been assigned compulsory physical labor according to the severity of their involvement.
That clash had brought the previously obscure Rainbow Team into the public eye, setting it on the path to its present size.
Since then, the commercial district had rarely heard motorcycle engines roaring from every direction. No one had dared assemble a sizable convoy and parade through town, either.
Who were these people?
Someone sharp-eyed recognized one of the bikes as Ayana's and relaxed.
Oh, they were Rainbow Team. No problem, then.
People still found it strange that public security in Pyrite Town wasn't handled by a police department and Officer Jenny, but when in an unfamiliar place, they had to follow local customs.
Besides, Rainbow Team only had a strange name. Its duties were broadly similar to a police department's.
But the rider in front looked unfamiliar.
"Ah! That's Baimu! The one who trended on the blogs! He's also the president of the Rainbow Group. They held welcome-back dinners on several streets in the east of town yesterday!"
Someone in the know explained.
A chorus of sharp intakes of breath followed. "Several streets? No wonder the east side was so lively yesterday. It didn't quiet down until midnight. If it hadn't been so