❝Fair enough. Maeko Nakayama. I kicked Lucifer's goons out of Tokyo.❞

❝"Harmless," he says.❞

❝Interesting resume. Still, though, it's nice to meet you.❞

❝I'm not one to shy away from danger. Be that for better, or worse.❞

❝. . .What?❞

『 あなたは大丈夫? 』

『 おお。 だからいいえ。』

『 了解した。 』

❝I'm woefully under-prepared for today.❞

❝Not that it's a competition, but I just got back from a four month long rescue mission in Infernal Tokyo.❞

❝Like I said, it isn't a competition. Just providing context.❞ ❝Anyway, we're fine now, right? Nothing is going to blow up?❞

❝. . .Shit. 𝘋𝘪𝘥 I leave Infernal Tokyo?❞

❝Oh. The United States? Interesting.❞

Carefully, Maeko cuts Punnett loose with her sword.

❝No amount of context will make me understand any of this, and I don't mean that in a mean way.❞

❝And what about the whole. . .missing arms, thing?❞

❝Ah. I see. Well, seeing as I'm already here, is there any way I can help? My demon hunter days may, more or less, be behind me, but I'm not terribly rusty.❞

❝Unfortunately not. I just have really powerful offensive magic.❞

❝I specialize more in Light and Lightning magic, but Lightning is known to set fire to things, so, yes.❞

A table of disassembled parts from a handgun spread out before her. Methodically, and with great care, Maeko is taking the time to properly clean each one before she reassembles her sidearm.