What day was it again?
January 10th.
Ah yes…his birthday.
Today he would be another year older.
Then again, he wouldn't doubt that those in the agency had already began party preparations.
A tortoiseshell feline that he was currently petting on his morning stroll walked away from him in content, having already satisfied with the treats and being petted for many times.
As he got up to head for the direction of the agency, he was alerted to the presence of several people.
Not just any people who were looking to greet him.
Assassins that were looking to catch him off guard.
Oh how wrong they were.
He sighed as the group of assassins disguised to appear as though they were just everyday people came at him, armed with either guns, stun guns, bats, knives, or weren't armed at all.
To him, this was just a normal everyday occurrence being the president of the Armed Detective Agency and all.
At the very least, it didn't seem like any of the members of the agency had run into them or they would have called him.
Minutes later…
After he dealt with the last batch of assassins that aimed right for him, he once again started to leave until he caught sight of a slip of paper coming out of the last assassin's pants.
He had a bad feeling about this…
He leaned down to take out the slip from the unconscious man, turning it over to see a message for him written there in what seemed to be red crayon.
「Happy birthday Fukuzawa, now die!」
The name and face of the sender came to his mind, his current mood beginning to turn sour.