No wonder the man felt fatigued. For months, all they had done was track Inomata Naoki and tail Minami. Nothing else.
For men who once were mercenaries in war-torn regions, licking the blood off the edge of their blades daily, the past few months felt like a rare vacation. No danger awaited them, and they had the luxury to enjoy the bustling metropolis of Tokyo. The task itself wasn't too taxing either—taking turns on surveillance was far more comfortable than dodging bullets on a battlefield.
But staying too long in a peaceful and cushy environment like this was unequivocally poisonous for mercenaries. It made them complacent, eroded their resolve, and made them unwilling to return to the deadly battlegrounds they once called life.
The crux of the issue was that they had stayed only out of obligation—they owed a favor to Kusanagi Ritsuko, and the money she paid them was merely a token gesture.
