(This was the second chapter from yesterday; my sleep schedule got reversed over the weekend, but I have caught up on sleep now, sorry sorry.)
A figure appeared by the driving door, the dust had not yet fully settled, and the features were indistinct.
But one could see... that figure was covering their left arm with one hand.
Countless flashlights lit up, countless muzzles pointed in that direction!
Mu Fan calmly surveyed his surroundings and then leaped down.
The dust settled.
Afterward, the young man looked up indifferently.
...
Donatello, who had completed the official procedures, and two majors were sitting inside the South Suburb Plain conversing cheerfully, and the atmosphere was very amicable.
