Screaming, confusion, crying.

The prosperous Kobe Port instantly became a hell on earth.

Yasuhiro Mishima sat in the corner, but was not affected because of the shelter.

But he was stupid.

He wanted to take out the phone in his pocket, but his hands kept trembling, unable to stop, and could not take out the phone.

And just during the time when he wanted to take out his cell phone.

Screams and cries, as well as the roar of the motorcycle, slowly stopped.

Yasuhira Mishima looked up.

Only then did I realize.

The motorcycle convoy, facing the flames soaring into the sky at Kobe Port, stopped not far from where he was.

His breathing stagnated, and his heart seemed to be pinched by a big hand.

“…Friends of Kobe.”

In the convoy, wearing a leather jacket and a helmet, the tall leader let go of the motorcycle handle and walked out of the car. He opened his hands in the direction where Katsuhira Mishima was, as if he wanted to hug something.

Yasuhira Mishima was nestling in the corner, and he didn't dare to move a single finger.

"Your old friend, you're back!"

The tall leading man slowly put down his open hands, and in a weird accent, he shouted: "Friends from Yamaguchi, your friends from the Akiyo Friends Association, are back..."

The voice just fell.

The leader suddenly raised his hand in the direction where Yasuhira Mishima was.

Next second.

The concrete wall covering Mishima Katsuhiro's figure was like plasticine, and was randomly kneaded, crushed and lifted aside by his hands in the air.

Yasuhiro Mishima, whose face was pale, showed up.

"…We are back with new weapons, new blades."

The leader looked at Yasuhiro Mishima and laughed and said the second half: "My friend, have you heard it? I hope you will take out what I see in a complete way!"

“…”

Yasuhiro Mishima curled up and shivered.

Can't make any sound,

For the first time, he was so close to an extraordinary miracle.
Chapter completed!