"Dang, all the way that far out east, huh? Never been out in that direction," Gojyo noticed the more casual, less polite tone Guangyao was slipping into, and, well, Gojyo couldn't help but smile with that. Guangyao was just like Gojyo's best friend back home in that way. Despite all the formalities and polite mannerisms, he was just as much a rough-around-the-edges street kid as Gojyo, huh? Flagging the barkeep down, he ordered another round of drinks for them both. He had more than enough money to spare at this point, after all. "Yeah, I keep forgetting that there are people who see life in a place like this as something tough. The longer I live in Jigoku-Cho, the more I feel like it's heaven rather than the hell they keep advertising it to be."

He laughs out with that. People who thought Jigoku-Cho was touch hadn't experienced absolute hell yet. "Maybe that ain't something for guys like us to brag about, though. If anything, maybe we should be jealous of the people who are having a tough time with something like this city."

What would it be like, to live such a life where transitioning into Jigoku-Cho would be difficult?