Neo, while walking by the paved streets of the Academy City, felt some hunches that he was being followed. He was highly sensitive to this, and it reminded him of when he was a Soldato in the Della Valle family during his time in Las Vegas around the Prohibition Era. He had to intuitively know that he was being trailed by someone, mostly due to concerns with rival clans or law enforcement. But still, a gut feeling was not enough until he had a strong evidence to back it up. After all, he was an alchemist. He saw himself as the magical equivalent of a researcher and experiment tester, so he wanted to have some empirical evidence for his hypothesis. But needed to be subtle in looking for anyone who follows him, or else they notice it and hide.<br/><br/>And so he walked some more, through an sparsely populated park, like he didn't feel something. He knew that any subtle sign of being aware can ruin the chance of him catching the stalker. Upon seeing a waste bin up ahead, he knew the first thing he could do. He first passed by the bin. When he was further away from the bin, he pretended to cough, still walking. He knew how the human body worked due to his training given to him involving human experimentation, thus he was able to imitate the act convincingly. He then suddenly turned around and went back to the waste bin to spit out his saliva in it. This action allowed him to catch anyone behind him off guard.<br/><br/>By that, he saw the young man trailing him without giving away any sign that he caught him. This young man had a black hair tied in a ponytail, and carrying a bag. Neo didn't mind being followed, but he needed to ask why. Yet he was not satisfied. He had to make sure, but he was aware that the same tricks didn't work more than once. Thus, he walked again, partly hoping to find a place of recreation that interested him, and partly wanting to fully affirm that the black-haired youth was the one following him.<br/><br/>As he walked some more, he noticed that there was an upcoming establishment with a signage that caught his interest. As much as he was proficient enough in spoken Japanese, he was substantially less so in written, and he knew only enough Kanji. But he recognized a couple characters that basically said it was a bar. Maybe they served good liquor there, he thought, so he was hoping he could get something from it. But also saw that he needed to cross the street to get there. So, he hatched up a plan again. There were light signals that indicated when people should get to cross the street or not. He knew that he was in a place where order and peace was much value than liberty and individuality, and he was a foreigner there. At that point, he was walking with an outward display of vulgar and smug arrogance and he knew it, as if it will not be surprising that he will defiantly break the law anytime, and he can get away with it because he was a white foreigner and the rest will simply attribute such act to that fact as many of the natives there had a general perception that all of them were entitled and idiotic. Again, he knew it and was proud of it, so he used this as an advantage to confirm who was following him.<br/><br/>Thus, without warning, he simply crossed the street without any regard for the light signals and looked both ways while doing it. This gave the rest the impression that he was still watching out for vehicles, but it was mainly to scan if he could still see the black-haired guy. In doing so, he did see him again, thus confirming fully that he was the was the trailer.<br/><br/>When he finally reached the bar and stood up in front of it to see if he liked any first impressions he saw, Neo finally spoke. "'Ey fu'kboy." he said. "Yeah, you wit' tha black ponytail. Don't front and say ya' ain't trailin' mah ass. What, ya' wanna fuck? Ya' wanna piece o' me? C'mon, nigguh. Tell wha' ya' want like a fuckin' man, you fucking fag."