The lights of the Big Fat Sheep Bar were warm, cascading from above onto the coffee-colored bar and the edges of the clear, square glasses.
Emily's words made the atmosphere somewhat heavy.
Katerina, seemingly wiping a glass, had her muscles tensed, ready to strike at any moment. Her strength was nothing compared to Dio's, but as a powerful martial artist, knowing she was no match, she would never back down when it was time to strike. Being shattered to pieces wasn't scary; what was terrifying was lacking the courage to even make a move. If the enemy's wheels were going to roll over her, Katerina wouldn't cry and beg for mercy; she'd only punch back.
"Heh," Aozawa chuckled. He picked up the square glass again and said, "I really didn't misjudge you; honesty is an important factor in friendship. You don't believe I can make the world a better place. Is it because I did something that made you distrust me?"
