Fujimura Takeshi denied it.
He turned his head. "You're John, right?"
"Is my name written on my face? Anyone can just say hi to me."
"I make it a point to know any adversary with ties to the Owl Town gang, even if he's a nobody. When I heard about how you turned the tables on some underling seeking revenge, I started paying attention to the name. I imagined the man called John to be a formidable warrior."
John frowned, a chill running down his spine for no apparent reason.
"Disappointed?"
"A bit. I saw firsthand there's a very fragile part in you, a fatal flaw that reminds me of myself."
Fujimura Takeshi spoke in an even tone.
This monstrous figure, towering two heads above John, recounted childhood trauma in an emotionless voice.
Whenever he was abused and beaten by his parents, he would be locked in a tiny storage room.
Next door was a United States corporation's factory.
His bruised eyes couldn't make out the cracks on the other side.
But he could faintly hear…
