ʏᴇᴀʀ: 𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟻
ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: ᴍɪᴢᴏ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ
˙✧˖°📷 ⋆。˚꩜
I stroll into Mitchy's school, unabashed by the curious glances from both girls and boys. Mikey, that shrimp- of course who am I to speak- dropped the troublesome task of dealing with that idiot on me. I bet Mitchy has no clue about everything I've done for him. If I hadn't reported Kiyomasa dragging Toman's name, he would've definitely met his end. And let's not forget the intel I discreetly passed on to Yamagishi about Draken's imminent danger – though, of course, someone else did the legwork.
Tracking down Takemichi amidst his friends, I spot a diagram of Toman divisions on the whiteboard, and a smirk creeps onto my face as I notice they've only accounted for five divisions.
"You're pretty much correct," I chime in, interrupting Yamagishi. "But not entirely accurate."
"Who are you?" queries the red-headed lad, who I believe Takemichi refers to as Akkun.
"(Y/N)-san?" Takemichi questions, eyebrows furrowed. "What are you doing here?"
"Wait, (Y/N)? The queen of secrets! Toman's intel agent!" Yamagishi gasps, enthusiastically shaking Makato's shoulders.
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ɴᴀᴍᴇ: (ʏ/ɴ) (ʟ/ɴ)
ᴀɢᴇ: 𝟷𝟺
sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ: ᴘʜᴏᴛᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ
sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ
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I chuckle at the title. "Queen of secrets? That's a new one. To answer your question, Mitchy, I'm here to make sure my kouhai learns everything about Toman. Your friends are doing a decent job, I must say," I add, eyeing Yamagishi. This boy's well-informed about Toman; he'd make a good member.
"I got complimented by the queen!" Yamagishi gushes.
"Earlier you said he wasn't accurate. What do you mean?" Takemichi asks, ignoring his friend's fanboying.
Taking the chalk, I draw a dashed line after five and add a sixth.
"There's a secret sixth division in Toman, scattered across Tokyo to gather intel from opposing gangs," I explain. "Not only that, but many Division Six members are mixed into other divisions, giving me insights inside and outside the gang."
"Why are you telling this to us?" Akkun asks.
I chuckle, leaning on the green board. "Because no one will believe you!"
Gasps ripple through the boys. "Jokes aside, I guess I should tell you more about Toman and Valhalla."
I delve into the intricate details of Toman's divisions and the genesis of Valhalla, also known as the Headless Angels. It's formed from the Osanai fraction in Mobius that rallied under Hanma Shuji and an anti-Toman unit totaling at least 300 men. Their leader remains a mystery, but I do know who their No. 3 is.
"Their number three is Kazutora Hanemiya," I drop the bombshell just as the boy in question enters the classroom.
"Huh?" Kazutora questions, confused.
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ɴᴀᴍᴇ: ᴋᴀᴢᴜᴛᴏʀᴀ ʜᴀɴᴇᴍɪʏᴀ
ᴀɢᴇ:𝟷𝟻
sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs: ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟɪᴛʏ
sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: ᴏʟᴅ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ
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