Couple days later, Osamu Manabe can be seen walk through the street of Namimori. He just came back from his usual visit to Namimori stadium. Again, nothing's special today, which left him uneasy.

In the next two days, Yamamoto Takeshi's schedule will be empty for a week and Manabe has absolutely no idea how or where he can find the baseball player's whereabouts. Somehow, the thought of him helping his father in the sushi restaurant just doesn't seem right. It is more likely that he'll take some days off for vacation. A week is long enough, though. But, where to?

As Manabe lets his mind wander, unconsciously he walks to an abandoned alley not far from the Namimori shopping mall. He gets immensely drowned in his thought that he doesn't even hear some footsteps behind.

By the time he was aware, it was too late. Two men, both wear masks, are already surrounding him.

"Give me your wallet!" said the one holding a knife.

Oh, s***. Robbery? In this middle of the day?

"C… can we… talk about this?"

"Give. Me. Your. Wallet!" the man said again, now in a more demanding tone.

Poor Manabe, getting yelled like that only make him hold tighter to his bag, which the masked men assume as a signal to do it the hard way. Thump! A punch landed on Manabe's stomach, successfully made him drop his guard and his bag. Those men immediately grab his bag, leaving the poor Manabe lying on the ground, but not after taking his watch too.

Manabe can only watch it helplessly. He's never good in physical things but before he can scream for help, suddenly there's other person rush from his behind.

From the corner of his blurred eyes, he can see the guy easily beats down the robbers. A knife is not in par with katana anyways. Soon, those men were down, still alive though.

The guy immediately rushed back to Manabe.

"Hey, are you okay? Anything's hurt?" said Yamamoto Takeshi.

"Urgh, I'm fine. I just got a little bit dizzy"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah"

"Naah… You don't seem like your fine though. Let me take you to the clinic."

"No, no. It's alright."

"Umm, well okay then if you insist. Oh, here's your belonging." Yamamoto gives him his bag. "But I'm sorry I guess I accidentally hit your watch."

"No, no. That's fine, seriously. Thank you for helping me."

"Maa… No need to thank me. I was happen to be around, got some business to do. But next time you should avoid this area, it's rather dangerous here."

"Ahh… Okay. I don't know that."

"Well, I'll take my leave then."

"Oh… Yes, sure. Thanks again for helping me. It's amazing what you've done back there with that katana."

"Umm, what do you mean? I don't bring anything but my bat here."

He's right. After further observation, Manabe can see that Yamamoto Takeshi only brings a small backpack and a bat. He even still wears his baseball uniform.

"Maa… It seems you really gotta visit the clinic, you know."

"Oh… Okay, I guess I'll go then."

Manabe swears that he saw a katana back then.

Triit... Triit… Yamamoto Takeshi picks up his phone.

"Yamamoto's here."

"Herbivore… Haven't I warned you about doing your job seriously? So what was that? I saw something on the radar."

"Maa… Maa… Relax Hibari-san. It was just a minor trouble. They were just low class robbers. Nothing's to worry about. They haven't figured it out."

"Good for you. It's not ready yet. If there's ever a single person enter the construction site of Vongola's new base, you'll be the first person I'll bite to death."

Click.

That man never fails to give Yamamoto Takeshi goose bumps.