บท 514: Coming Clean

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Right next to me is a man dead drunk. He is slovenly collapsed, his head and chest both resting on the table directly. From time to time I can hear him mutter something about a fire starter. What kind of inferno did that Sun guy show him to deserve that title? 

I still have cold sweat whenever I remember the Sun Young Master. He was able to decimate all my Gus easily while smiling. This isn't something normal humans can cope with. The tavern keeper comes nearby. I pay my companion's staggering drinking tab before requesting a room. 

The man simply nods and installs us in some extra room he got without even asking for anything else. He nods in understanding. To the people, Sun is a hero. This guy who apparently knew him is one too because of it. He kept emotionally talking about the loss of his friend all night long. They clearly knew each other for many years.