11:30AM
FAMILY GROUNDS
“Hunters…this is Kallavan of the Inferno. I’m not here to chitchat, so listen well; those two brats that were kidnapped are still alive and well. But, with the recent occurrences…we’ve decided to offer a trade. It’s quite simple – we’ll let those two girls go, and in return, you give us Fudo Sanjuro. I would say it’s a great deal, don’t you think? The life of a murderer for the freedom of innocent children…it’s perfect.”
As they were all still inside the meeting room, Steffan played the video recording that he received from an unknown source. It was a message from the Inferno Gang’s leader, offering them a deal.
“You can go ahead and decode this message to find out the time and place of the exchange…I wouldn’t recommend wasting this opportunity.”
That was the end of the message. The Hunters sat there bewildered, shocked to have received a direct message from a Gang Leader. They doubted the recording’s integrity, but after Steffan had quickly run through the file’s coding, he discovered there was actually a date, time, and location specified.
“…it’s legit,” Steffan confirmed. “This address, it’s Dragon Territory too.”
“For real?...” Yuki asked in disbelief.
“Now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves, everyone.”
Tenchi reclaimed the gathering’s full attention as he started to speak.
“We’ll have to think about a few things before arriving at a decision – first, the response. Clearly, they wouldn’t have even considered proposing such an offer under normal circumstances, meaning this direct response to Fudo’s actions could be one of two things: retaliation, or surrender. I’m leaning more towards the former.”
“Obviously, we’re not handing over Fudo, which means…there’s a likelihood of the Hunters assigned on this mission being led into an ambush.”
“If that’s true, then…” Chojo started to speak.
“Right, they’re forcing us into a corner – no matter which side suffers tonight, we’re the ones who’ll bite it in the aftermath of things: either our Hunters get killed, or we dig ourselves a deeper pit by killing Dragons. They’re going easy on us since the victims were from the Religious Group, but an all–out brawl with the Inferno Gang…won’t end well,” Tenchi explained.
“Secondly…we need to examine our approach,” Gado added.
“Frankly, I wouldn’t recommend sending in too many Hunters for this mission, even though such a thing would be necessary. Part of the reason would be to minimalize casualties on our side, but this is mainly for the anticipation of a surprise attack on our turf.”
“For this reason, I’m sending in S–Ranks Chojo and Steffan, along with A–Ranks of their choosing. S–Ranks Emilio and Yuki remain at home base. We don’t have time to summon Emir on such short notice, so we’ll have to make do.”
“Hey, hey, are you trying to send your men to their deaths, Gado?”
Once again, Emilio interrupted.
“Emir and I are the best that you could possibly ask for, and you’re benchin’ us both? The fuck are you thinking?” he angrily objected.
“I’m not ‘benching’ anybody, Emilio; Emir’s task will be capturing Fudo and bringing him back here. You don’t possibly think your fellow S–Ranks are up for something like that, do you?” Gado responded to him.
“As a matter of fact, why don’t you go rendezvous with Emir, and assist him with that? The two of you are the only ones I could ask, anyway. Katashi could take your place, in remaining here with Yuki.”
“Tch…fine, whatever,” he reluctantly agreed. “But, on one condition…”
“Renji, Kyoji, and Daewi. Bring those three with you, Chojo.”
As he said those names, the owners stood from their seats nearby to Emilio. They were members of The Order, and Emilio’s best soldiers.
“I’m sorry?” Chojo asked him.
“What’s the matter? You guys are gonna be in a potential brawl with the Inferno Gang. If so, and the strongest S–Ranks are unavailable, why not bring some other guys who’ll give you a fighting chance? You and Rakulli are strong, but not enough for Kallavan and his thugs,” he explained. “These three are my best, they’ll save your asses.”
“Fine, you win. We’ll take ’em,” Chojo agreed.
“Many thanks, Emilio–sama,” Kyoji thanked his leader.
“We’ll get it done, boss,” Renji added.
“Anyway, I’m outta here,” Emilio said as he strode to the door. The high ranks didn’t bother trying to stop him, and the Heads really didn’t care.
*sigh*
“Anyway…your picks, Chojo–san? Rakulli–san?” Tenchi asked.
Before any of them could respond, there was the sound of a chair being moved, and its occupant standing up. They all turned around to see that it was Ilmar.
“I’m going,” he declared.
“…as in, going to the bathroom?” Chojo asked him.
“No. Count me in,” he clarified.
“Hey, Ilmar, I know you’re a dumbass at times, but now isn’t the time,” his sister Gina chimed in.
“If you’re not coming, then stay out of this, Gina,” he sternly responded to her.
“Ilmar…you were listening to everything so far, right?” Chojo asked him.
“I was, which is exactly why I’m going, whether you like it or not, Sensei,” he boldly responded.
The room was silent for a moment, until another Hunter stood up next to Ilmar. This time, it was Satoru.
“I intend on going as well,” he announced. “I take it there’s no issue, Gado–sama? You said A–Ranks of their choosing, correct?” he asked the Head.
“That’s right,” he answered. “I’m not objecting, but the final decision is up to them.”
“And I refuse,” Chojo responded. “Ilmar and Satoru…you might both be prodigies of the clans, but don’t forget that the two of you only recently rose to A–Rank. There’s no way in hell I’m bringing you to face something you’re not ready for.”
“Then when will they be ready, Chojo–san?”
Steffan sought the opportunity to intervene.
“You know full well what those boys are capable of, as well as what their goals are…surely, you’re aware that they’re willing to go desperate lengths.”
Chojo could not deny. He knew exactly what Steffan was referring to…which was, finding Jamal and Tarik.
“Besides,” Steffan continued, “You heard Gado–sama – he’s not in objection to them going, and I don’t believe Tenchi–sama is either?” he gestured to the Yamaguchi Head, who responded with silence.
“Excuse me,” Satoru intervened once again,
“I can also vouch for one other person…A–Rank, Akiro Sanjuro. His prowess with his Teleportation Technique could be a great asset in this mission, to possibly get us out of a tight situation,” Satoru elaborated.
“Umm…” Akiro hesitated.
“Quiet, blue–hair,” Ilmar silenced him.
Chojo was instantly ready to say no, but given Akiro’s undeniable usefulness, as well as the Heads’ lack of objection once again, he half–heartedly agreed.
“…fine. Ilmar and Akiro Sanjuro, and Satoru Yamaguchi. I’ll bring them along,” Chojo informed the Heads.
“Excellent,” Gado responded. “That makes a team of 8; you can still choose two more persons for a total of 10.”
“I’d like to bring Miwa Yamaguchi,” Chojo added. “She’s among our best sensory types, and we’ll definitely need that.”
“I would like to go, too.”
Again, another person stood up. This time, it was Ilmar and Satoru’s Captain, Kodaki Yamaguchi.
“Aside from my skills, I am Captain over Ilmar and Satoru. I believe I should keep an eye on them and take some form of responsibility if things should go south,” he explained himself.
“Yeah, I guess now I’m a little less opposed to them going,” Chojo responded. “Alright, you’re in.”
“Then, it’s settled,” Gado started to speak, as the ten Hunters assembled in front of him and Tenchi,
“Chojo, Steffan, Miwa, Renji, Kyoji, Daewi, Kodaki, Akiro, Ilmar, and Satoru. You will all now assume responsibility in the Noritoshi/Kobayashi Recovery Mission. Be mindful that the chances of engaging in deadly combat are highly likely, but above everything else, securing those kids is top priority. As long as it concerns their safety…all ten of you are clear to engage by any means necessary. Objections?”
None of them had anything else to say, neither did any of the other Hunters in the room. It was settled – in the next few hours on that same night, they would initiate the recovery of Fumi Noritoshi and Izumi Kobayashi.
“Alright then,” Tenchi spoke as he stood up alongside Gado, addressing all the Hunters:
“The ten of you will gather by the Grounds’ main gate, an hour before the time Kallavan specified. Around the same time, I’ll want Yuki and Katashi to assemble the rest of you, and you will all be assigned to various posts around the complex. We don’t know what these guys are up to, but we all have to be on our guard,” he addressed the gathering.
“All clear?”
“CLEAR!” they all responded in unison as they stood from their seats.
12:30PM
COLONY NO. 4 - OLD FACTORY
Over by what seemed like an abandoned chemical plant, a group of Dragons were standing around; some on the roof of the main building, and a few on the ground. They had been making preparations for the exchange later in the night. On the inside were a few more Dragons, including their leader Kallavan.
“What do you think, boss?”
Speaking to him was Jegal, the same Dragon who’d been assigned to kidnap Nayumi.
“Yeah, this place is good enough…a nice graveyard for the punks dumb enough to risk coming here tonight.”
Kallavan was of a short stature, but had a large build. He had only a few braids of hair on his mostly bald head, and he wore some form of plague mask over his mouth. He wore a big, dark trench–coat, which covered most of his body from shoulder to toe. His irides were bright orange like fire, and his pupils were shaped into slits.
“Do you think they’ll actually bring the son of Gado with them?” Jegal asked him.
“Ha! I’m surprised you’re even wondering about that,” Kallavan responded with a laugh.
“Those spineless fools don’t have the guts to even think about sacrificing one of their own…besides, I doubt Fudo Sanjuro would hand himself over to them. Most likely, they’ll turn up empty–handed, expecting to come to some sort of agreement with us.”
“But, there’ll be no need for that…we simply hand over the Noritoshi brat, free of charge, then slaughter them all.”
“Still, I think we should anticipate his arrival…seeing as he took the liberty of killing the Sect Leaders, it could be that his next targets are the Gang Leaders, including you, boss,” Jegal expressed.
“Listen up, Jegal. The moment the timing seems right, I want all of you to begin killing off the Hunters. Once Fudo Sanjuro enters the area, I’ll personally make my entrance. I’ll be leaving you and Madoka in charge tonight.”
Kallavan didn’t give his thugs the full context of the Spirit Meeting with Gyuwhan, especially his instruction about notifying him if Fudo appears. His pride was leading him into taking care of this matter all by himself.
“Damn brat…know your place,” he thought to himself as he remembered the meeting.
“You’re not Old Man Ryūjin…I’ll die before the day I accept you as any boss of me.”
“Boss, you called?” – a third person joined them. It was the aforementioned Madoka; he was a few inches shorter than Jegal and had a well–chiseled body. His hair was short, and he wore only ripped short pants, and a red bandana around his head.
“You and Jegal are handling things here tonight. You’re my most trusted soldiers, after all,” Kallavan rehearsed to him.
“Got it, Jegal’s in charge then,” he responded.
“Don’t start this, you lazy blockhead,” Jegal responded with an annoyed look.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m kiddin’. Let’s mess up some Hunters,” he said with a devious grin as his pupils changed shape, and clenched his fist.
1:30PM
COLONY NO. 2
Just like in the other colonies, angry mobs of Religious Followers were present here as well. The Hunters assigned to this Colony decided to seclude themselves on rooftops to avoid the raging crowds. Among this group was Emir, their leader, taking in the scenery. Not too long ago, he was informed by Tenchi about the Inferno Gang’s offer, as well as his instruction to escort Fudo.
“Good grief…I can’t believe that kid,” he thought to himself. “I shouldn’t have been so careless with him…”
At that moment, he received a call on his cell phone – the caller, Emilio.
“Huh…how rare is this?” he said in his mind.
“I take it you won’t be joining me then, seeing as you’ve called?” he answered.
COLONY NO. 6
UNDERGROUND BAR/LOUNGE
“Hmph, I couldn’t care less about what Fudo’s done. This is exactly what we should’ve been doing.”
Emilio sat in a round couch with a lit cigarette between his fingers, his feet elevated on a cushion, and two beautifully–adorned women by his sides – one laying in his lap, as he responded to Emir over the phone. This was his own private lounge, reserved for himself and members of The Order. He never intended on going with Emir at any point – after leaving the Grounds, he simply went here.
“I figured as much…it’s fine, anyway. I can deal with this myself,” Emir responded.
“Exactly. After all, you’re you,” Emilio revered him.
“Y’know, the Heads would probably be more considerate of your thoughts and opinions if you were more trustworthy, Emilio. Frankly, you’re the second worst Hunter who’s ever been around in a while,” Emir expressed bluntly.
“Thanks for the compliment,” he responded as he puffed his cigarette. “Trustworthy or not, I know the right thing to do. Don’t order me around if you’re too much of a weakling to do the hard things.”
“If you say so, Hunter…I gotta go.”
The phone hung up from Emir’s end, and Emilio tossed it aside. As he took another puff from his cigarette, one of his men entered the room.
“Toji–kun, what’s up?”
“Not much, those numbskulls out in the lounge are going at it, as usual,” the man Toji responded as he took a seat. He was an ex–Hunter – a Yamaguchi, and good friends with Emilio.
“Say, Emilio, why didn’t you just go with those Hunters on the mission? It’s not like the Inferno Gang would stand any chance against you,” he asked him.
“Yeah, maybe…but, just like their predecessors, Gado and Tenchi need to see the harsh reality unfold before their eyes. At the very least, I made sure to send those three with them.”
“But, mark my words, Toji–kun: if Emir stops Fudo from turning up to that exchange, and if Chojo & Rakulli don’t grow a pair…” he started to respond, as he puffed his cigarette one more time,
“…they’re all gonna die tonight.”
FAMILY GROUNDS
Around the same time, Kodaki Yamaguchi had just left the meeting room, after staying a while longer talking to Chojo and Miwa. Everyone else had already left quite a while earlier, but they still had some things to discuss regarding the upcoming mission – strategy, contingency plans and such like.
“Guess it’ll be me and you tonight, Kodaki.”
After walking some distance from the door, he heard a familiar voice behind him. He glanced behind to see Daewi Sanjuro leaned against the wall; a member of The Order selected for the mission, and Kodaki’s past rival. He was average height, having a very muscular body, short black hair, and a scar extending from his left ear to the corner of his mouth.
“…not that I’m enthusiastic about it but, y’know,” he responded.
“Things have been going pretty well for you, huh?” he asked him as he fixed his posture and walked toward him. “You’re not only one of the better A–Ranks, but you’ve become the Captain of each Clan Head’s son. I knew you’d be some kind of model leader someday.”
“Hmph, now you’re just being modest,” Kodaki chuckled.
“Yeah…and, on the other hand you’ve got me – not a leader, not some guy of justice, just me…you’ve got it good, Kodaki.”
The two of them were good friends in their earlier days at the Academy, but after becoming hunters, Daewi had one day aligned himself with Emilio and The Order, and they gradually put some distance between each other. This was their first proper conversation in about a few years. As they walked together, Kodaki didn’t have much to say, except leaving a little advice:
“…I’m not one to question the decisions that a person might make in their life; after all, it’s their life. But, I do concern myself on whether they’re considering the butterfly effect that it’ll have on the future.”
“That being said…you’re on a dangerous road, Daewi,” he lectured him.
“…perhaps,” he simply responded.
“Well…maybe this is the life I’m meant to live, to become an example for someone else,” he added as he started to walk away,
“Whether a good one or a bad one…an example’s an example, hm?”
Following that, he left. Kodaki stood and watched as he walked away and happened to notice Ilmar and Satoru in the distance with their friends. With a small smile, he exhaled a sigh as he thought to himself,
“A good example…huh?”
“That’s crazy! How have you guys never told us Gado–sama had an S–Rank brother?!”
The 12 classmates finally had the time to gather after the meeting, and Zeke seemed the most excited. He directed his question to Ilmar, Satoru, and Gina, who stood in the center of everyone.
“Our dad told us about him at some point, and I’d assume it was the same deal with Satoru,” Ilmar responded. “But he wanted us to avoid him, because he had a tendency to be…”
“A complete asshole,” Gina finished for him, “as you guys probably witnessed today.”
“He’s the leader of a faction of Hunters who go against our MO,” Satoru briefly summarized. “They don’t take on normal missions like we do; instead, they use their shady connections to carry out their own investigations, and conduct operations in their own way. They’re not afraid of getting their hands dirty for our sakes...but, my father and Gado–sama can’t accept their methods. Emilio-san doesn’t care, though.”
“He kinda reminds me of Captain Emir…both in looks, and his carefree vibe,” Kento remarked.
“Anyway, shouldn’t we be questioning our big shots on their sanity levels?” Amira asked, referring to Ilmar and Satoru’s decision to take part in the mission, as well as dragging Akiro into it.
“Yeah…I don’t doubt that you two are beasts, but putting yourselves in front of a whole bloodthirsty gang?” Galib asked them.
“No, we’re going,” Ilmar asserted. “You all heard what Steffan–senpai had to say about it, didn’t you?”
“True...as dangerous as it might be, this could be your best, and rarest opportunity,” Namiyo agreed.
“You mean…” Saki started to speak, with a look of sadness mixed with hope in her eyes.
“Yeah - I’m finding my brother, and your boyfriend Tarik,” Ilmar confirmed, teasing her.
He, as well as everyone else, was expecting her to get flustered as she always would. But, her face tilted downward as teardrops streamed down her face.
*sniffle*
“Sorry…I just…I can’t wait to see him…to see them again…” she responded with a small frown, wiping her face.
They half–expected this kind of response, too. By this point in their lives, Saki’s feelings towards Tarik weren’t much of a secret anymore. Regardless, it wasn’t difficult for them to relate with her – they all missed their youngest classmates, hoping they were both still alive.
“Well, the idea of finding them tonight is far-fetched, but it’ll be one hell of a big step,” Kento added.
“Whatever you guys do…just don’t go dying on us,” Kinshi requested. “We’re counting on the three of you psychos.”
“Like Satoru said, I’ll do my best to lay out my markers around the place,” Akiro chimed in as he stepped into the center. “If I can even manage to mark those two girls, it’ll be checkmate.”
“Anyway, we still have a few hours ahead of us,” Ilmar started to speak. “Sato, Akiro, let’s go rest up for tonight. The rest of you, focus on your jobs here, and have faith in us. We good?”
They all nodded in response, and high–fived the three boys as they all left one at a time, but before Gina walked away, she hugged her brother Ilmar.
“Just don’t do anything stupid…I’ve already lost one of you,” she demanded with a serious look, as she hung her head over his shoulder.
“Quit your worryin’ already…I’ll be fine,” he responded to her.
6:00PM
ABANDONED WAREHOUSE
UNDERGROUND LOUNGE
“Oooh…what do we have here?”
Nayumi and Fumi were in their room alone, after Jamal and Tarik had to go meet with Gyuwhan about something. While they waited for them, Fumi got bored, and decided to fumble around with Tarik’s weapons. She took up his favorite Katana and was examining it.
“Fumi–chan, you know how Tarik–kun gets about touching his stuff,” Nayumi cautioned her as she sat watching.
“It’s fine, he won’t know,” she responded, slightly unsheathing it. “He needs to loosen up with us, anyway.”
“Y’know, Nayumi–chan...the day I first met you, I actually thought about picking on you; for fun, of course. But, after paying a little more attention to you…I could tell that something wasn’t right. Just from your face…I always thought you were going through something…but I had no idea how to approach it,” she started to open up to her, while she practiced swinging the sword.
“So, I decided I’d become your friend. I always tried doing goofy stuff, to make you happy. I didn’t know how to ask you what the problem was…so, I would always tell you that I’m here for you. We’ve been stuck here like this for a few days, so it just got me thinking that I hadn’t really talked to you like this before.”
“…good grief, what am I even saying? Sorry if it seems like I’m rambling.”
This was probably the first time anyone had ever opened up to Nayumi like this; not even Mr. Nakamura ever had this kind of heartfelt conversation with her. She felt a warmness in her heart, something she hadn’t felt ever since her father died. She felt love.
“No…you’re not rambling, Fumi–chan,” she started to respond,
“A few days ago, when I was on the roof…I was prepared to end my suffering. I was sick of the fear, the depression, the false identities…I was so tired of it all…but, I didn’t even notice for a moment, that you were the only reason I tried holding on for a little while longer…”
“…I’m glad I met you, Fumi–chan,” she said as a teardrop ran down her face.
This was the first time Fumi had ever seen her not only smiling, but crying tears of joy. As simple as that sight was, it made her feel complete.
“Me too, Nayumi–chan!” she responded with a wide smile.
*CREAK*
At that same moment, Jamal and Tarik returned, and Fumi’s heart was in her mouth as she struggled to put back the Katana exactly where it was.
“You were messing with the sword, weren’t you?” Tarik asked with a groan.
“Y–You have no proof!” she defended.
“That’s all the proof I need. Figures,” he responded.
“Anyway…it’s almost time,” he continued. “You guys probably won’t see us for a while after this, but just go with the flow and don’t cause any problems. We’ll handle the rest.”
“Hey, we still have no idea what’s even going on!” Fumi snapped at him.
“They’re gonna trade you, Noritoshi,” Tarik finally revealed to her.
“…huh?”
“They plan on trading you for Fudo Sanjuro, or at least, they’re making it seem like that’s the plan. They’re going to kill the Hunters assigned to rescue you, and you’re probably included,” he explained.
“W…WHAT?!” she began to freak out.
“this is exactly why I didn’t want to say anything,” he mumbled.
“Calm down. Listen, we’re going to make sure that that doesn’t happen, so for the love of God: Stay Calm,” he instructed her.
“But…even so, what about Nayumi?!” she asked angrily.
“They’re bringing her too. We don’t know why, but they’re not exchanging her, only you. But, we’re gonna make sure the Hunters get out alive, and the two of you are with them. Understand?”
“Noritoshi–chan, Tsukumo–chan…just trust us,” Jamal requested of them.
“…even if this all works out…what about the two of –”
“Can you stop worrying about us already?” Tarik cut her off.
“How can I not worry about you guys?!!”
They had no choice but to pause for a moment, to let Fumi get her thoughts out,
“…you’ve both been looking after us. We were so confused on that day and thought our lives would be over…but you guys have been giving us hope, even though we have no idea who you are.”
“I can’t just…not be concerned about your wellbeing because you ask me to! I refuse to!”
They both listened to her, but Tarik felt like he was having a migraine at this point.
“I don’t care about what you guys might have to do to keep us safe…but just promise…if we make it out of this tonight, promise us we’ll see the two of you again!”
*groan*
“Give me your hand,” Tarik instructed as he walked towards her. She was confused, but she did as instructed, and he placed his hand on top of hers.
…!
She felt some kind of energy flowing into her.
“The next time I’m within a 100-meter radius of you, that power will resonate. Happy?”
“…why am I not surprised you’d do something like this?” she asked, rolling her eyes.
“Fine. Accepted,” she agreed with an unenthusiastic look.
“Also, I wanted to ask you something, Noritoshi.”
“…who are your parents?” he asked her.
“…my mom is Hinata Inoue, a Chef. I have no idea who my dad is,” she responded.
The reason he asked her this, was pertaining to what Gyuwhan said he felt from Fumi on the day they were kidnapped. Tarik had sensed it as well, and absolutely confirmed by making contact with her just now – that her body possessed Dragon Energy.
“I see…it’s fine, don’t worry,” he responded.
At that moment, a portal manifested in one of the room’s walls, and from it, Gyuwhan emerged.
“It’s time…let’s go.”
7:30PM
COLONY NO. 4
“We’re here. Is everyone set?”
Three black hummer jeeps drove together, one behind the other, as they pulled up into the chemical plant. A few lights were on around the place, but it was mostly quiet. Inside the first jeep were Chojo, Miwa, and Daewi. The second – Steffan, Kyōji, and Renji. The third – Kodaki, Akiro, Satoru, and Ilmar. The earlier voice from Chōjo resonated within the radio devices of each vehicle.
“Convoy B, copy,” Steffan’s voice was played.
“Convoy C, roger that,” Kodaki responded.
“Akiro, start laying some more markers,” Kodaki instructed him, and the boy followed by throwing around a few Shuriken containing his teleportation markings. He had beforehand marked the rest of Hunters, as part of their rescue plan. He laid some outside of the complex as well.
“I take it that’s the place?”
Followed by Steffan’s question, they all looked up to see the plant’s main building, which was brightly lit and had a few individuals keeping watch from the roof – likely Dragons. The vehicles stopped, and they all switched off their engines.
“Well…showtime?”
Following Chojo’s words, they all stepped out of the vehicles, and slowly marched toward the building, looking at the Dragons on the roof and by the front doors, gazing back at them in deathly silence. This definitely wasn’t the kind of setting that any Hunter could handle being in.
“Stay cool, Hunters.”
Chojo did his best to keep his team’s composure as they walked right into the building, unhindered by the cold, glaring eyes of the Dragons at the door. Upon entering, they beheld an even more menacing sight – on all sides of the giant room, next to them, above them on the balconies; there were Dragons everywhere.
“It’s…like walking into hell…” Kodaki thought as he gazed all around him.
Unseen to any of them, to the very back of the room on the balcony, two individuals were bound to their position by chains, on either side of the balcony, each accompanied by one Dragon as a guard. They both looked down on the Hunters as they entered, and one of them thought to themselves,
“…I guess 6 years was too long for you too, huh?...”
EMILIO SANJURO
AGE: 34 (DOB: August 21, 1983)
HEIGHT: 5'9"
HAIR TYPE: Black; Short Dreads
OCCUPATION: S-Rank Hunter
+ He is Gado's younger brother.
+ He was banned from taking on missions as a Hunter for about 10 years.
+ He is frequently reprimanded for disorderly conduct.
+ Majority of his subordinates are Hunters of the Sanjuro Clan.
+ He and Emir are the most powerful active Hunters.
