Two shots per second, point-blank, it's a routine operation.
Yakou Shichi was terrified, fumbling to grab his gun, when he saw Watanabe Shun darting out of the woods, delivering two explosive punches that left him dazed and confused. If Kazama Tatsuya hadn't ordered him to leave him alive, he would've killed this guy right then and there.
"Are you okay?"
Kazama Tatsuya glanced over as a courtesy and then turned away, taking off his trench coat and draping it over Moriyama Yasurou: "Can you walk?"
Moriyama Yasurou's shirt buttons were ripped off, and the fabric was torn in several places, exposing large patches of her pale skin.
She clutched the trench coat, momentarily stunned, then snapped back to reality, looking at Kazama Tatsuya, catching a faint smell of smoke on the coat.
Hmm, it's not unpleasant at all.
"Don't do this," Moriyama Yasurou didn't want to be treated specially: "It's no big deal."
