[It might not have been too surprising to those who witnessed Heizou’s quick exit from the previous faction ‘get-together’ if he had not showed up to this one as well, but either he’s found something of interest here or the White Wolves got to him with their deadly puppy-dog stares, because here he is.

Exercise drills are no big deal to him and though he’s certainly breaking a sweat with how hard everyone is being put through their paces it doesn’t look as if he’s finding the exertion to be particularly difficult throughout the day. He can get some impressive height when he jumps for such a short guy, even with the inch-high soles on the sandals he’s wearing.

Ask him where the heck he’s getting all his energy from? Or maybe you want to challenge him to a competition? Or, maybe--]

Hey! Are you all right?

[Maybe a sprightly young man with his red-purple hair tied back in a high ponytail and his bangs sticking slightly to his forehead idles to an almost-stop next to you while you’re gasping for breath and/or trying not to die next to the track.] Need some water, or something? Hehe, you’re not looking so good.

[It’s more notes to add to his case file (getting more complicated by the day, and it’s barely been a couple of weeks) when Iron Bear’s message plays on the evening news and Shuten’s territory is rocked by a violent explosion. It takes some time before the fire dies down enough for the detective to get into the area and take a look around and by then, there’s very little to be found (if there was ever anything at all), and he finds himself itching with irritated disappointment as he makes his way back to the Sutoku Alliance’s stomping grounds.

His mind is a web of theories and possible conclusions. If Iron Bear didn’t plant that bomb, then who, and why? Who would benefit from it? His lack of understanding of the more subtle politics of this place are playing against him here, leaving him far more frustrated than he’s used to being.

He’s down one of the many warren-like alleyways when he spies something strange through a half-open door. Heizou pokes his head inside, eyes narrowing as he steps into the room and over to the… device set up on a table against the wall furthest from the door. Though he isn’t certain to begin with just what it could be, the very sight of it makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end and it only takes a few moments of careful observation for him to realise what he has sitting in front of him.

And that he is completely, utterly unprepared to deal with it.]

… Shit. [He whispers. He backs up, out of the door he came in by, until his back hits the opposite wall of the alley and he almost jumps out of his skin.] Shit.

[A few moments later, Heizou comes walking out of the alley and onto the next street with an air of eerie calm about him. He glances up and down, chews his lip briefly, then takes a deep breath and shouts--]

I need someone down here who can defuse a bomb! If you can’t, you should start walking away quickly, in that direction. Immediately!

[Wildcard! I'm open to any OTA prompts (just give me a heads up and I'll write up something!), as well as any post-bombing evacuation threads or someone finding this poor lad after the bomb he found is dealt with. Drop me a DM, hit me up on hardtostarboard or via Discord (hardtostarboard#7737)!]