Kaito was not in a rush as he walked through the streets of Martial City. He even looked calm and relaxed. His subtle smile did not look like the one of someone who was escaping after being held prisoner for three months.
In his hand, he was holding a phone. It was not a unique or popular brand, so he was familiar with it. However, he was not in a rush to do anything. He looked at the shops and people as he walked, trying to gauge their strength and abilities.
He could not deny that Martial Island was not an ordinary place. Most people he had met looked like they practised some form of martial arts. However, the people working in general jobs were commoners without physical power.
Otherwise, he might not have been able to lift a phone with ease while shopping for clothes. And it was incredibly easy. It reminded him of the first time he went into Tokyo from the mountains and pickpocketed for some time to practice his skills.
