Hitori was at a loss for words, he was staring at Kyoryu as he walked in and closed the door casually as if there was not an ongoing battle in front of him.
Then the door fell backward. Hitori held his breath and watched Kyoryu shrug. "It was pretty damaged anyway," he said.
"Damaged?" Hitori muttered, "what about the force you used to open the door?"
"It was glued," he said, "and why do you worry about a door when the whole house is filled with holes? You have to give the house a repair anyway, so spend a few more while you are at it."
Akira glanced between Hitori and Kyoryu, forgetting about Tengoku and his army. Hitori pointed at the sliding-door frame. "You could take that," he said, "it was WIDE open for you."
Kyoryu turned and stood near the railing, he glanced down at a man bearing a DNA tattoo and katana. He pointed at Tengoku and asked, "Is that the hitman?"
"Hitman?" Tengoku frowned.
"Yeah, the cheap hitman."