Mahito returns to the sewers, like the filthy rat he is.

He lets out a grunt of discomfort. Even now, his arm is still broken, twisted into a sharp, unpleasant shape that he can 't seem to fix. He hates to admit it, but it 's painful. That punch you hit him with earlier ' it went as far as to hurt his

soul

. Not that the damage was anywhere close to being fatal, but still. It shouldn 't have happened in the first place. None of this was supposed to happen. His Idle Transfiguration was supposed to work.

Just what in the world

are

you?

'I 'll take it your meeting didn 't go that well, ' Kenjaku muses. He 's waiting for Mahito in the sewers because he 's

also

a filthy rat. He 's a different kind of rat, though. A sneaky, conniving one. The kind of rat that 's always planning its next move, while creepily rubbing its little claws together.