It was early morning by the time Katsuro was done with his rounds. They had run into some kids that thought they were the greatest. He had honoured them by personally breaking the arm of the leader of the brats. All the big words had quickly made place for begging for mercy. Killing harmless kids would put a dent on his reputation so he let them live, after a thorough beating. A little teaching of who not to mess with was always a good lesson. After refusing a few persistent ladies of the night, Katsuro let himself be driven back to his apartment. The sun was already rising. He took a nice shower before going to bed alone.