Against the orange-red sunset gradually sinking in the west.
Onigawara Rin and Tsukuyo Inaba stood side by side at the entrance to the alley.
They held the hilts of [Black Crow] and [White Heron], respectively. Their sword tips pointed diagonally toward the rough, uneven bluestone pavement, the metal edges reflecting a cold gleam in the lingering sunset.
These [Soma Familia] members had spent years mingling among Orario's lowest ranks. Though their own combat abilities were extremely poor, they were anything but oblivious to word on the street. After all, rumors about these [Haimo Familia] newcomers fighting their way through twelve floors and tearing Hellhounds apart on their very first day in the Dungeon had already spread like wildfire through Orario's taverns over the past few days.
The appearances of the two girls leading them were especially distinctive: one had short black hair and wore a Hannya Mask tilted across her face; the other kept her eyes tightly closed and had waist-length silver hair. Those features were so recognizable that anyone who had seen the Guild notices or heard the gossip could identify them at a glance.
"I-it's those monsters from the [Haimo Familia]!"
One man holding a rusty length of iron pipe suddenly contracted his pupils and involuntarily stumbled backward, his back slamming into the damp brick wall beside him. Seeing his companion lose his nerve, the buzz-cut man leading them forcibly clenched his teeth to bolster his courage. He gripped the short blade at his waist, its edge already somewhat rolled, and stepped half a pace forward, trying to raise his voice and suppress them with the customary rules between Orario's Familias.
"Don't push your luck!"
"Last time on East Main Street, you interfered for absolutely no reason and got our people arrested by the Ganesha military police on