Around nine in the morning, the black van carrying Ishimaru, Umemoto, and Kamiya is already making its way through the streets of Tokyo toward the Ronin Fight Management building.
Nothing is particularly unusual about the journey until they notice something in the distance. There is a crowd in front of the Ronin building, cameras held high, with several reporters standing along the sidewalk.
"Damn it…" Kamiya shifts slightly in his seat as he watches them. "If they're already here, things with Ronin could get more complicated. They can put pressure on us before we even get through the door."
Ishimaru turns toward him, raising an eyebrow. "That's exactly why they're here."
Kamiya frowns. "What do you mean?"
"I was the one who told them."
Ishimaru gives a small smile, looking almost proud of himself, as though leaking his own whereabouts to the press were some stroke of military genius.
Kamiya stares at him. "You deliberately leaked our arrival?"
