Ah, whatever trickery you planned, Naoya, Yamato was used to a certain someone appearing suddenly behind him. The space between his shoulder blades itched, and he tensed up briefly - half expecting Alcor. He pivoted sharply on his heel, a sharp frown on his face-

Only to immediately ease off when he recognised that interesting person...Naoya, wasn't it?

"Hm? I did not know you resided in this district."