Location: Musutafu – Endeavor Agency Assembly Hall
Time: 12:00 PM
HUMMMMM.
The AC was humming in the big hall. Usually, this room was used for medals and news cameras.
Today, it was full of everyone who worked in the building.
It wasn't just the sidekicks. There were the people in logistics, the accountants, and the people who handled the city paperwork.
Kaito Arisaka stood at the front. His vest was open, his sleeves were rolled up, and he had a stack of files under his arm. Everyone got a copy of the plans and reforms of the agency.
Endeavor stood at the very back by the doors. He had his arms crossed.
His flames were low. He wasn't talking. He was just watching.
"I spent the morning talking to the people in the garage and the filing rooms," Kaito said. He didn't use a mic; he just spoke clearly so everyone could hear him.
"You're all running on fumes. I saw it in the lobby and in the breakroom. You're working twelve-hour days and you've got nothing to show for it but more debt and a drop in the rankings. We're going to change how this place moves."
"..."
"..."
'You're one of the reasons why we dropped in the rankings though,' Everyone thought as they listened to Kaito.
"I know what you're thinking," Kaito added, his eyes scanning the crowd. "You're mad because I gave the other agencies the tools to beat you. Now, I'm giving them to you so you can take your spot back."
Sliid.
Kido, the lead sidekick, stood up. He looked a bit puzzled.
"Arisaka-san, let's be real," Kido said as be pointed to the documents in his hands. "You're talking about splitting us up. A team for rescue, a team for fire, and a team for fighting. Does that mean we're getting pushed to the side? We're the Endeavor Agency. We're the ones people call for the big stuff."
"You're the ones people call when things are already a mess, Kido-san," Kaito said. "But look at your logs. You're spending half your day on purse snatchers and small accidents just because you're trying to be everywhere. You're wasting your time. You're exhausted before a real fight even starts."
"He's right about the bills," a woman named Haruka called out.
She was the head of the office team. She held up a thick folder. "Every time a hero team goes out and melts a street, I spend a week arguing with the city over who pays for it. We're months behind on repairs. We can't keep up with the damage you guys leave behind."
"That's why we're changing the plan," Kaito said, looking at her. "Haruka-san shouldn't be buried in bills because a sidekick got carried away. If we have a dedicated rescue and cleanup team that handles the small stuff quietly, the fighters stay fresh. You don't go out for small fry. You go out for the dangerous villains and trigger enhanced animals and individuals. And when you do, you do it without leaving a bill for Haruka to deal with."
"What about the public?" Onima asked. He was the oldest sidekick in the room.
He rubbed his face, looking unsure. "The Boss isn't exactly the type to kiss babies. We've been trying to make up for that by being as flashy as we can. If we stop the show and just do the work, won't people think we've gone cold?"
"People want to know their house isn't going to burn down, Onima-san. They don't need a hug," Kaito said.
CLACK.
Kaito tapped a tablet.
The screen showed a photo of a street after a Best Jeanist arrest. It was clean. No broken glass and property damaged
"Jeanist didn't smile once here," Kaito said. "But he didn't cost the city any money. People trust him because he's reliable. From now on, we're a shield. A shield doesn't need to grin. It just needs to be there when things get bad. We're going to be professionals."
"I like it," Burnin' said from the side of the stage.
Her green hair was sparking. "I'm tired of trying to pose for the news while I'm trying to keep a roof from falling on someone. If I can just do the job and get out, I can help more people."
"It's not about being fast, Kamiji-san," Kaito said. "It's about not taking risks just to look good for the cameras. If you don't have to show off, you don't burn as hot. That means less damage, and it means the office team actually gets to go home on time."
A quiet laugh went through the support staff. Haruka and her team were nodding.
They looked relieved. For the first time, someone was talking about their side of the job.
"But the gear," a guy from the tech lab said, standing up. "The cooling systems we've been trying to make... they keep melting. The Boss just runs too hot."
"That's because you were trying to do it alone," Kaito said. "The agency needs to cooperate with the Shield team and I-Island engineers. They aren't going to provide you with a good suit; they're going to help you fix how this whole building handles heat. It's for your safety, too. No more heat-stroke for the sidekicks. You have a right to work without getting sick. After all David Shield was the one that designed All Might suit."
"Wow"
"That's a good idea"
"Will we also get suits like All Might's?"
The mood in the room changed. People were talking to each other, looking at the new schedules Kaito had sent to their phones. It felt like a weight was being lifted.
Aside from Endeavor who grumbled silently at the back thinking about cooperating with All Might's side.
"Any other questions?" Kaito asked. "I want to hear what's broken. Don't tell me what you think I want to hear. Tell me the truth."
A young sidekick raised his hand. "I... I was worried when we dropped to Rank 3. I thought we were done. But if we do this... can we really be number two again or surpass All Might?"
Kaito looked at the back of the room. Endeavor was still there, his eyes on Kaito.
"We won't get there by being the strongest," Kaito said. "We'll get there by being the one thing this country can't live without. By the time we're done, Japan won't be able to imagine a day without us. Now, Kido, Onima, Haruka—we're going to map out the new teams."
Swish. Frtt.
Several sidekicks were taking notes, the sound of pens on paper filling the brief silence.
But.
"What about our actual training?" A sidekick named Mina stood up. She looked at Kaito with a mix of hope and doubt.
"We've seen what you did for the Ryukyu agency. We heard you're the reason Snipe-san's team uses those 'Gun Kata' and 'Curving the Bullet' moves. But look at us. Half of us don't even have fire quirks. Kido uses bandages to move things. Onima-san is just... tough. Are you going to give us something real, or is this just office talk?"
"....."
".....'
The room went quiet.
The sidekicks all turned toward the front.
Kido and Onima both leaned forward, curious to see if Kaito actually knew their specific limits.
Kaito looked at Mina, then at the two leads.
"I'm not here to give you a speech. I'm here to show you how your different abilities fit together. Right now, you're all acting like separate heroes who happen to work for the same boss. That's why you're Rank 3."
"...." Endeavor.
Burnin' suddenly jumped up onto her chair. Her green hair flared, sending a few sparks into the air.
"Listen to him!" Burnin' shouted, pointing a finger at Kido. "You remember that Kaiju at the mall? I should have broken both my arms trying to blast that thing. But Arisaka was in my ear. He didn't give me a new quirk, he gave me an idea. He had me balance my output, fifty percent back for stability, eighty percent forward for the hit. He literally deleted the recoil. He knows the physics better than we do."
"He did that for you?" Kido asked, looking up at her.
"Yeah! He played my quirk like a damn instrument," Burnin' said, her eyes wide. "He knows how the energy moves. If he says he has a plan for the whole team, he means it."
Kaito walked to the whiteboard and picked up a marker.
He wrote: Thermal Management.
"Most of you think Endeavor is the only one who matters in a fight because he has the most power," Kaito said. "That's a mistake. Kido, your Quirk is Traject. You've been using it to just curve Endeavor's fire so he hits things. That's a waste."
Kido blinked. "A waste? It's how I help him hit targets around corners."
"No," Kaito said. "I want you to use those bandages to create Thermal Spirals. If you spin the air instead of just moving the fire, you create a vacuum. You can suck the smoke out of a burning building in seconds. You become the 'Exhaust System' for the rescue team. You aren't just a helper; you're the one making the air breathable."
Kido stared at his bandages, his mind clearly racing. "Spiralling the air... to pull the smoke out?"
"Exactly," Kaito said, then turned to Onima. "And you, Onima-san. You have the highest heat resistance in this building. You've been acting like a shield, but you're just standing there taking hits. I want you to be the Thermal Anchor. You stand in the center of the flame to keep the structural supports of a building from melting. You aren't just 'tough'; you're the one who keeps the roof from falling on the civilians while the others work."
Onima rubbed his thick neck, a slow nod of respect following. "I'm the one who holds the house up."
"And for the ones with fire quirks," Kaito continued, looking at the rest. "We're doing 'Cold-Firing.' Uma Uma-san, your Quirk lets you eat heat. You should be the first one in the door, not the last. You soak up the ambient temperature to 'chill' the room so the rescue squad can move in without getting burned. You take that energy out of the room and you feed it to the combat team."
"So we're like a circuit?" a younger guy asked, eyes wide.
"A closed circuit," Kaito said. "One team absorbs the heat, one team redirects the pressure, and one team finishes the fight. We're going to use 'Oxygen Snapping.' You ignite a tiny line to create a vacuum. You snap the air right out of the villain's lungs. They pass out. No burns. No damage. Just a clean win."
Endeavor moved then.
THUD.
THUD.
His heavy boots hit the floor as he walked down the center aisle.
The sidekicks scrambled to get out of his way. The air grew dry and hot as he stopped right in front of the podium. He looked at Kaito with a hard, focused stare.
"You told me I was a worker, Arisaka," Endeavor growled. "You said I was the floor people walk on. If that's the case, prove it. My fire is meant to consume. Can these people really handle the energy I put out, or are you just telling them fairy tales?"
Kaito didn't move.
He didn't even blink. "They can handle it if you stop treating them like background characters, Endeavor. Right now, you're a solo act with a cleanup crew. I'm turning this agency into a better version of the past. If Kido redirects your backdraft and Onima stabilizes the heat, you can push your output thirty percent higher without killing everyone in the room."
Endeavor's eyes narrowed, but he didn't flare up. He looked at Kido and Onima, then back at the formula on the board.
"When?" Endeavor asked.
"Next Tuesday," Kaito said, capping the marker. "We're going to the industrial site at dawn. Every one of you will be there. You'll bring your gear, and you'll show me if you can actually move as a unit or if you're just making smoke. If you can't work together, you don't go on patrol."
"Tuesday," Kido repeated, writing it down.
"Kido, Onima—stay here," Kaito said, picking up his briefcase. "We need to fix these shift rotations. The rest of you, get back on the streets. Use the app. Help the people. Be quiet about it."
The hall got loud fast. The sidekicks weren't just following orders anymore; they were a team with a map.
They were talking about vacuum snaps and thermal anchoring as they walked out. They were finally looking at their own quirks as parts of a bigger plan.
Endeavor stayed by the board, staring at the words 'Thermal Management.'
"Tuesday," Endeavor said. He looked at Kaito. "Don't expect them to be perfect on the first day."
"I don't," Kaito said. "I just expect them to try. Now turn up the AC to full. You're making the room sweat."
Kaito walked toward the side office.
CLACK.
The door shut, leaving the Number 3 Hero alone with the reality that his power was finally being managed.
_-_-_-_-_
Location: Italy – The Gollini Estate
Date: Wednesday | 09:00 PM
THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.
The bass from the speakers was so heavy it felt like it was hitting the lungs.
Valdo Gollini stood in front of the wall-sized screen, his eyes locked on the footage of Hero X at the Sky Egg.
He watched the white-suited figure move through a crowd of monsters without breaking a sweat.
Valdo adjusted his own dark glasses. He wasn't just watching a video; he was studying him.
CLACK.
The double doors opened. Bruno, Gil, Paulo, and Deborah walked in.
Bruno was a mess.
There was a deep cut over his eye and his knuckles were split open.
Gil's suit was ruined, covered in the grey dust of a demolished building.
They stood straight, despite the fatigue. To them, Valdo wasn't just a boss; he was the man who was going to own the continent.
Paulo trailed behind them. He looked bored. He hadn't even bothered to button his shirt all the way, and he was leaning against a pillar, yawning.
Valdo didn't turn around.
He just lowered the volume a notch. The beat of "New Type of Hero" stayed as a low pulse in the room.
"Report," Valdo said.
"Marseille is a graveyard, my King," Bruno said. His voice was rough, but full of respect.
"The old French families tried to hold the line. We had to burn down two of their hubs just to make them listen. It was loud, and it was bloody, but they're starting to crawl. They know who owns the streets now."
"And Germany?" Valdo asked.
"Stubborn," Gil spat. "They're using every dirty trick in the book. It's taking longer than we wanted, but we're pushing them back. They can't stand against the gold we're throwing at them."
Valdo finally turned. He looked past them at Paulo, who was picking at a loose thread on his sleeve.
"And the London docks, Paulo?" Valdo's voice was like a razor.
Paulo didn't even look up at first. "Oh, that. The local gangs got loud. They swarmed the place. I didn't see the point in getting my hands dirty for a bunch of rusted piers, so I told the boys to pull back. We can just buy it again later, right?"
Valdo moved.
THUD.
He was across the room in a second, his hand clamping onto Paulo's throat and pinning him against the cold stone pillar.
Paulo's arrogance vanished. He turned pale, his feet dangling off the floor as he clawed at Valdo's grip.
"I gave you a command, Paulo," Valdo whispered. "I gave you the gold to take that city. And you threw it away because you were too lazy to do the work?"
"Valdo... please..." Paulo wheezed, his eyes bulging.
"You're a failure," Valdo said.
THUD.
HUUF-PUFF .
He let go, letting Paulo slump to the floor in a heap with heavy breathing. "You're noise. And I'm trying to build something quiet here."
Valdo looked at the screen again, pointing at the Nomus. "Look at these things. All For One is a fool, but he understood power. These monsters have three hundred percent more output than any hero. That's why Japan is terrified."
"They're mindless beasts, Boss," Bruno said, his eyes shining with zeal. "We're superior to that. We're the Gollini family. We don't need to be zombies to win."
"I don't want zombies, Bruno," Valdo said. "I want that power inside a mind that knows how to use it."
Deborah stepped forward.
She was the only one who looked professional. She didn't have a scratch on her. She was the one who made sure Valdo's vision didn't spin out of control.
"These creatures process were a mess because it breaks them," Deborah said.
She tossed a file onto the mahogany desk. "But I've found a lead. There's a girl in the medical underworld. Anna Scervino. Her quirk is Overmodification."
Valdo's eyes narrowed. "I've heard of her."
"She supercharges the body," Deborah said. "She can physically "rewrite" the biology of others. I suspect she forces other quirks to evolve instantly, pushing them far past their natural limits. If we find her, we don't need the League's garbage. We take our best—Bruno, Gil, the inner circle—and we make them absolute. We make them powerful that Europe won't dare to fight."
Bruno's face lit up. "I'd never have to worry about a riot again. I'd crush them with one hand."
"There should be some negative effects. Find her and we'll see how it goes from there," Valdo commanded.
He looked at the family. "Forget the territory in France for a week. Forget the London docks. If we have that girl, the rest of the world won't be able to imagine a day without us."
"The League of Villains is still sending messages," Paulo squeaked from the floor, trying to sound useful again. "They want to talk about their 'Vanguard' project. They want your Alchemy."
"Tell them to rot," Valdo said.
He walked to the window, looking out at the dark coast. "All For One wants a world of chaos. He wants to be king of a garbage heap. I don't want a kingdom. I want a world that is quiet because I'm the only one allowed to speak."
He adjusted his glasses, mirroring Hero X on the screen.
"Find the Scervino girl."
Bruno and Gil bowed their heads. They looked at Valdo like he was a king, their faces full of a desperate, hungry loyalty.
They turned and marched out, ready to tear Europe apart to find that girl.
Deborah stayed for a second, watching Valdo as he snapped his fingers in time with the music.
"Don't let the song get too loud, Sir," she said.
"Get out, Deborah," Valdo replied.
Thud.
The doors shut.
Valdo stood alone, the golden light of the Sky Egg footage reflecting off his glasses. He snapped his fingers again.
Snap.
_-_-_-_-_
Location: USA – New York State (Star and Stripe Training Grounds)
Date: Thursday| 10:00 AM
WHOOOOOOSH.
CRACK-BOOM.
The sound of two hypersonic jets breaking the sound barrier echoed across the tarmac.
High above, three streaks of red, white, and blue lasers converged into a single point in the sky.
Cathleen Bate—Star and Stripe—was suspended in the air.
She reached out and grabbed the concentrated light as if it were a solid steel pole.
"New Order!" Cathleen shouted, her voice booming over the roar of the engines. "The laser becomes a solid spear that won't dissipate!"
She spun the glowing white rod once and hurled it toward a reinforced concrete bunker a mile away.
KRA-KOOM.
The bunker didn't just break; it vanished in a cloud of dust and molten rebar.
Cathleen dropped from the sky, her heavy boots hitting the tarmac with a dull thud.
She wiped a smudge of soot from her forehead and exhaled a long breath.
WHIRRRRR.
The cockpit canopies of the three fighter jets slid back.
Ethan, Timothy, and Kashiko climbed out, pulling off their flight helmets and shaking out their hair.
They were sweating and laughing, the adrenaline still high.
"Nice throw, Cassie!" Ethan called out, jumping down from his wing. "The telemetry says you hit that bunker with enough force to sink a carrier. I think we finally got the timing right on the laser-sync."
"It's getting there, Ethan," Cathleen said, walking over to meet them. "But it still feels slow. If I miss the grab by a microsecond, the rule doesn't stick and I just get burned."
Timothy walked over, holding a rugged military tablet.
His face was uncharacteristically serious. "Forget the drill for a second. You need to see this. The footage from Japan finally cleared the sensors."
The four of them huddled around the small screen.
It was the raw feed from the Sky Egg incident. They watched Hero X standing in the center of the swarm.
They watched the snap of his fingers and the way a hundred monsters simply turned into paper stamps.
"...."
"...."
Ethan let out a low whistle. "Jesus. Look at that. He didn't even touch them. He didn't even say a word."
Kashiko shook her head, staring at the screen. "That's not even a Quirk anymore. That's just... the world doing what he says. How is he that fast?"
Cathleen didn't answer immediately. She looked at her own hands, then at the fighter jets behind her.
"My rules feel heavy," Cathleen whispered. "To make that spear, I have to touch the laser. I have to shout the command. I have to name the target. Hero X... he just snaps and the world follows. I'm just shouting at the wind compared to that."
Tap. Tap. Tap.
"Maybe you're just looking at it the wrong way," Timothy said, tapping a different tab on the tablet. "I've been reading up on this guy in Japan. Not Hero X. The manager who's been fixing agencies. Kaito Arisaka."
"A manager?" Kashiko asked.
"He's more than a manager, he's the Golden Manager. Christopher was the one that coined that term. He also worked at his agency for three months and made him the Symbol of Hope" Ethan cut in.
"That trouble maker and womanizer? Unbelievable!" Kachiko was surprised.
"Yes, this Arisaka guy changed the behavior and reeled Christopher in. Now he's different from before"
"And also look at the track record of the pros. Best Jeanist was stuck at Number 3 for years. Arisaka takes the contract, and suddenly Jeanist is Number 2, jumping right over Endeavor.
According to the sources, he's the one who gave pro hero Snipe's agency those 'Gun Kata' moves and raised his rank, the one who turned the pro hero team Pussycats into the national rescue standard and the other pros like Ryukyu and Ingenium—they're all operating on a different level because of him."
"And now he's with Endeavor," Timothy added. "The loudest, most destructive guy in Japan. The Golden Manager didn't give them new powers; he gave them better logic."
Cathleen took the tablet, scrolling through the reports of the "Arisaka Standard" wins.
She saw the Oki Mariner's success in the Pacific. She saw the Ingenium speed-logs.
"I'm tired of naming things, boys," Cathleen said, her eyes narrowing. "I want to know how to make my rules fundamental. I want a rule that stays, even when I'm not looking."
"You want to hire him?" Ethan asked, a grin spreading across his face. "The brass is going to lose their minds if the Number 2 Hero of the States asks for a Japanese consultant."
"Let them lose their minds," a new voice boomed.
Admiral Abar walked onto the tarmac, his hands clasped behind his back.
He looked at the tablet, then at Cathleen. "I've been watching the same reports, Cassie. Japan is holding onto that kid like he's the crown jewels. He's currently under a three month contract deal with the Endeavor Agency."
"If he can make Best Jeanist the Number 2 hero in Japan, I want to see what he can do for the woman who can rewrite the air. I want a 'New Rule.' One that some vigilante can't just snap away." Cathleen said, handing the tablet back to Timothy.
SIGH.
Abar sighed, but there was a hint of a smile on his face. "He's a specialist, Cassie. He doesn't take orders from generals. He takes contracts from people who want to be better."
"Then tell him America is getting messy," Star and Stripe said, her bravado returning as she looked back at her jets. "Tell him I don't care about the fee. I want him to look at my power and find the gap."
"I'll make the call to Arisaka Consulting," Abar said, nodding. "But don't be surprised if he tells you to get in line. He still has a contract to finish."
"I can wait," Cathleen laughed, heading back toward the hangar. "I'll just make him an offer he can't refuse. Now get those birds back in the air! We've got another drill before the sun goes down!"
VROOOOOM.
The engines roared to life again, drowning out the sound of the wind.
Cathleen looked at the sky, her mind already moving toward the possibility of a power that didn't need to be such a hassle.
_-_-_-_-_
Location: Unknown Industrial Sector Hideout
Date: Thursday | 11:00 PM
DRIP. DROP. DRIP.
Touya Todoroki sat in the dark, watching a television set that his subordinates had prepared for him.
The screen was flickering with news footage of the Endeavor Agency.
He saw the "Burn-Data" app in action.
He saw a group of Endeavor's sidekicks—people he used to see as mindless soldiers—calmly explaining to a grandmother how they had removed a fire hazard from her attic for free.
The woman was smiling. She was actually shaking the sidekick's hand.
Then, the camera panned to Kaito Arisaka standing next to Endeavor.
Kaito was pointing at a tablet, and for the first time in Touya's life, his father looked like he was actually listening to someone else.
CRACKLE.
A small blue flame flickered between Touya's fingers.
He hated it.
He hated seeing his father's name being cleaned.
He hated seeing the world start to love the man who had burned his family to the ground. And most of all, he hated the man in the charcoal vest who was making it all happen.
"Arisaka Kaito," Touya spat, the name feeling like poison in his mouth. "You corporate brat. You think you can just walk in and put a coat of paint on a monster? You think a few apps and a new training schedule will fix what he did?"
"I'll kill you after I'm done with him," Touya whispered, his turquoise eyes glowing with a steady, sapphire light. "I'll burn your 'Infrastructure' and your 'Standard' until there's nothing left but ash. You can't manage the truth, Arisaka."
Touya stood up and walked to the window, looking out at the city.
The lights felt brighter tonight. The streets felt safer. And to him, that was the biggest lie of all.
WHOOOOOOSH.
He vanished into the shadows, a trail of blue smoke following him into the rain. He left the people inside the warehouse dumbfounded
"What's wrong with the boss?" Someone whispered.
"Daddy issues?" Another guy whispered back.
"Shhh! You can't say that? Do you want us to be burned to ashes!?"
_-_-_-_-_
Location: Musutafu – Endeavor Agency (Kaito's Private Office)
Date: Saturday | 09:00 AM
BEEP. BEEP.
Kaito tapped the screen of his desk terminal, closing out the latest batch of incident logs.
He rubbed his eyes, the faint smell of coffee and ozone clinging to the small office.
He was overseeing the shift to the new squads.
Creak.
The door opened without a knock.
Haruka, the head of logistics, walked in. She wasn't carrying the usual mountain of folders.
Instead, she had a single tablet and a look on her face that was dangerously close to a smile.
"The morning reports are in," Haruka said, leaning against the doorframe. "It's been three days since the 'Relentless Shield' rollout. The Burn-Data app is sitting at the top of the charts. We've had six hundred hazard reports from civilians in this ward alone."
"How many were actually handled?" Kaito asked.
"All of them," Haruka replied. She tapped the tablet, and a map of Musutafu appeared on the wall monitor. The red clusters of fire risks were turning green.
"The Search and Rescue teams aren't waiting for a villain to show up. They're out there right now clearing dry brush from the parks and checking the faulty wiring in the old apartment blocks. People are actually bringing them water and snacks while they work. Do you have any idea how weird that is for an Endeavor sidekick?"
"It's not weird. It's a job," Kaito said, though he leaned back in his chair.
"It's more than that," Haruka said, her voice dropping the professional edge for a second.
"For the first time in three years, I didn't get a single phone call from the city's insurance board this morning. No melted pavement. No scorched hospitals. The Combat squad hasn't had to vent a single fireball because the situations are being handled before they get out of control. My desk is actually empty, Arisaka-san."
Click. CLACK.
The sound of heavy footsteps came from the hallway.
Onima poked his head into the office. He looked less like a soldier and more like a man who had finally caught up on his sleep.
"The guys are asking about the Tuesday audit," Onima said, nodding toward Kaito. "Kido is in the gym trying to figure out that 'Spiral' thing you mentioned. There's a lot of betting going on about who's going to mess up the vacuum snap first. The mood... it's different out there."
"They should focus on the physics, not the betting," Kaito said.
"Haha. They're doing both," Onima laughed. "But they're also talking to the people on the street. One of the rookies told me a kid called him a 'Shield' instead of a 'Burner.' He was pretty proud of that. We're finally doing something that doesn't involve breaking things."
Kaito looked at the monitor. The "Burn-Data" heat map was steady. The agency wasn't just a building full of fire anymore; it was becoming a part of the city's bones.
"Good," Kaito said. "Tell them to keep the noise down. We have a lot of work to do before Tuesday train ing. I want the maintenance logs for the new cooling gear on my desk by noon."
"You got it," Haruka said, heading back to the logistics floor.
"I'm on it," Onima added, following her out.
THUD.
The door shut.
Kaito was alone in the quiet office. He looked out the window at the streets below.
He could see a white and blue patrol car—the new agency colors—parked near a construction site.
The sidekicks weren't shouting. They were just standing there, keeping watch, acting like a foundation.
_-_-_-_
[Author's Note]
Happy Easter, everyone!
Apologies for the slight delay on this one. I was out at the beach spending the holiday with my family. Took time to create a chapter.
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