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"I see, though that could use another name, how about just Patrolling?" I asked him.
"Well, yes… I suppose that's a good name too," he nodded with a sigh.
"Your boomer terms are way too outdated Sakamoto…" Takamura said while looking at him with a cocky smile. "Oh? Looks like we got someone."
However, it didn't take long for us to walk rounds around our territory and get close to Shibuya, as we finally found someone suspicious among the crowds of just normal people.
He looked like a young man on his nineteens, carrying a wooden bat, with tanned skin and dyed blonde hair, he seemed like an ordinary thug, but he possessed some magical power within him.
"Huh?!"
Once we got closer, however, his eyes widened, as he started to run away without us even saying a single word.
"He's running?" I asked.
"Looks like that already tell us he's suspicious," Heisuke finished smoking his "morning cigar" as he called it. "Let's go."
