[ Something shifts. It's more tangible than the impact his fist has on the other's face, more than the blood that both of them have now spilled. Kaito doesn't relax, but there's a definite sigh of what might just be relief when the other laughs and begins to berate him.

Once again, he's smiling—and maybe wincing a little. Fuckin' Hitmonlee and his fuckin' Hi Jump Kick. ]

I actually don't go around like that at all. Nobody on the streets called me that. Untouchable was a nickname I picked up in the kendo scene. I was too busy talking with my fists to make any cringey claims like that, anyway.

[ Kaito lifts a sleeve to wipe off some of his blood before rolling his neck. ]

So you're Mikey, huh? Never heard of you, but I guess it's good fortune that you're also Japanese. I've only met one other person who knows about Japan, and she's from there too. Are we square, then? Or are you gonna keep trying for that double homicide?