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"Finally, a new summer is here!" Futaba exclaimed excitedly, "we might have had some... difficulties last time, but we can finally go on an actual holiday! Operation: Phantom Thieves Summer Holiday is go!"
"At least it's only about a 50 minute ride to our first destination," Makato said relieved.
"Yokohama, right?" Akechi asked to confirm, "I've heard there's a great art museum there."
"We simply must visit it!" Yusuke shouted.
"And they have a garden as well, right?" Haru added.
"Well, get in the car, then. Maybe we'll be able to see some things today, still." Makoto tried to persuade them.
"And what about you, Akira?" Akechi asked. "Anything you want to see?"
"I can't say it's a tourist attraction, but the port is something I really want to explore," he answered.
Everyone fell quiet for a moment. Then Akechi laughed.
"Definitely not my first guess, but how about we go there first? We have to thank our leader for organising this, after all."
Once everyone had expressed their agreement, they set off in Sojiro's borrowed van once again.
Less than an hour later, they made it to the impressive industrial ports of Yokohama, where they could see.. nobody working? Despite it being the middle of a weekday, they couldn't see a single soul working the cranes, as if the ports had been evacuated for some reason.
Moments later, a tiger, white and blue as moonlight, was seen dashing between the crates, chased by some red shadow. A man in a brown coat followed them leisurely.
"Let's ask them what's going on, shall we?" Haru proposed, as the rest accompanied her.
"Oh, hey!" The man in the brown coat noticed them first, waving, "don't worry about us, they'll be fine!"
As the Thieves looked over to the two figures, they saw that they were... both human? One with a black overcoat, and another wearing a white blouse, while screaming... and being surrounded by blood?
While they were frozen in fear and surprise, the brown-coated man started talking again.
"They're training right now, so don't worry about Atsushi missing a leg. He can grow it back on his own. That being said..." He turned his entire body towards the newcomers. "You're seeing all of this and haven't run away or screamed yet. You're accustomed to violence, I take it? My name's Osamu Dazai, nice to meet you."