The neon lights intertwined with shadows in Kabukicho flashed back and forth, lighting up the street until dawn came.
Unlike those garish "goods," the Hundred Herb Bookstore's sign was very modest, like a speck of plainness amid a cluster of flowers.
The sign had no lighting; only the second-floor window was lit. Kamei Bunta looked up at the building in front of him.
In his hand was the cane that had vanished before Phoenix Academy Maggie.
The meaning of the cane varied depending on the person.
To a superior like Phoenix Academy Maggie, he naturally couldn't rely on his age to sell old ways, making the other person think he's a decrepit fellow; he had to demonstrate his own ability.
But towards the younger generation, it was necessary to hold the cane, exhibiting an elder's presence to earn respect.
Kamei Bunta stepped forward.
Each step struck the rusty stairs, creating creaking sounds; the corridor on the second floor was not lit.
He reached the door and rang the doorbell.
