Just in case, Sunaro slipped a note into Kami's hand: "Don't worry, we'll be back soon," and, after changing both pairs of boots from desert boots back to combat boots, he crept alongside Hisoka, hoping to resolve the matter quickly...
- Damn it... Guys! I understand you, but it's better if you leave. Think about your wives, mothers, and daughters, - his hand rests on the katana's hilt in the final moments before the battle, ready to draw it at the first neural impulse. - I won't lower my weapon.