Doom! Doom! Doom! Doom!
"Haa…"
An ordinary-looking man with glasses and a short beard stopped scribbling and looked up from his notebook at the person sitting next to him.
"Grimm, can you please quiet down your heartbeat? You're distracting me and scaring away the kitties!"
Maxx pointed across from the park bench to a frightened kitten peeking out from a dark alleyway, its tail puffed up in fear.
Doom! Doom! Doom! Doom!
"I… apologize."
Grimm said meekly and punched himself in the chest—it made such a powerful sound that the kitten ran away in terror.
However, the thunderous heartbeat disappeared.
"Well, we must get going. The meeting is in half an hour, and we don't want to be late, now do we?"
Maxx said, closed the notebook, and placed it inside his shoulder bag.
"…Mm."
Grimm nodded and stood up—he wore a black jacket with an arched shield with the letter "B" embroidered on his back—it was a famous symbol in the world of martial arts.
