Perched on the narrow cement ledge that wreathed Orpheus' underground training lot, Masato Fujikawa let out a long, smoke-filled sigh, pulling the glowing cigarette from his lips and flicking the growing pillar of ash to the grated floor below. He had been so caught up in his own bouts and so busy dealing with his own injuries that he hadn't been able to check on the health of his elderly comrade, Roland.
The gunslinger's eyes narrowed as he remembered the old man's fight, and the callousness of his Shinigami opponent who had all but gutted the aging gunman. He wouldn't forget her face, and he certainly wouldn't forgive her actions. Masato could only hope to meet the girl during the Grand Tournament; he would pay back every injury Roland received with interest.
In the aftermath of the battle, the barely-living agent had been taken in by the Shinigami's healers, and that was the last Masato heard of him. That was of course, until the codger had sent him a message, demanding the Major meet him in Orpheus' training lot.
Heaving another sigh, the gunslinger checked the time, peering impatiently at the vaulted steel door of the arena. It wasn't like Roland to keep anyone waiting, Masato least of all.
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