The next morning.
The weather was as cold as ever and the chilly wind blew strong against the towering skyscrapers of Chicago while the naked trees made the air whistle as it passed between their branches.
In this weather, Hans slowly walked alongside the river.
However, he wasn't dressed elegantly or formally. Instead, he just wore his chestplate made out of blue scales under a simple t-shirt, paired with cargo pants.
The beautiful orange sunrise cast half of his face in warm light, while the other half remained shrouded in darkness until a bright light emerged ahead, illuminating both sides of his face with a bright, blue reflection.
Raising his head, Hans took a look at the B-Rank gate before him, one which he was set to raid that day.
In case something went wrong, he had hoped to bring Kenta with him for a backup, but the latter refused, saying he was already caught up in too much work.
