Rumi Yoshizawa unzipped the duffel bag to check its contents: twenty-three shiny watermelon knives. Considering how sharp the blades were, they were suitable not only for cutting watermelons but also for cutting people without any issue.
She zipped it back up. "Shinjiro, you carry the bag. Let's go."
Entrusting the task of carrying the bag to Dohashi Shinjiro was a sign of her trust in him.
"Yes."
Dohashi Shinjiro responded, picking up the bag with his right hand and following them downstairs toward the train station.
As they passed a sign prohibiting dangerous items on board, a cold smile flickered across Rumi Yoshizawa's face. Surveying the station, devoid of any security checks, she said in a low voice, "This is the incompetence of the nation."
