By the time Yuzuki's group left the old courthouse, the city no longer felt like random chaos.
It still looked chaotic, of course.
Smoke still climbed into the sky from three different streets. Distant shouting still rose and fell like waves. Somewhere farther inland, a bell rang in frantic, uneven bursts. The ruined fortified city still looked as though it had been stitched together out of bad memories and civic failure.
But under the noise, there was pattern now.
And once pattern revealed itself, the exam changed.
Mirel was the first to say it aloud.
"This city has a center of gravity."
Hanzo looked over at her while walking. "You say that like you've solved it."
"I haven't solved it," she said. "But I've narrowed it down."
They were moving through a market district that had been half-looted and half-barricaded. Broken wagons lay on their sides. Cloth awnings snapped overhead in the wind. A pair of "rioters" were loudly accusing a merchant of price gouging while a crowd gathered to watch.
Ponzu kept pace at Yuzuki's side, her eyes constantly moving. "The disturbances aren't spreading naturally," she said. "They're clustering."
Daigo nodded. "And every cluster is pushing people in the same direction."
Yuzuki glanced at him. "Toward what?"
Daigo lifted a hand and pointed ahead, through the staggered rooftops and crooked towers.
There, at the highest part of the inner district, stood a heavily fortified administrative building ringed by narrower government structures and old guard towers.
"The heart of the city," Daigo said.
Mirel picked up from there. "Everything we've seen either starts there, passes through there, or gets blamed on something tied to that district."
Ponzu frowned. "Food distribution, the fake guard response, the smuggler routes, missing civilians, false orders…"
Hanzo snapped his fingers once. "Someone there is either the source of the disorder or has the authority to fix it."
Yuzuki's hands stayed in his hoodie pockets. "Then we go there."
No one argued.
The route inward only got worse.
The closer they drew to the administrative quarter, the more organized the chaos became. Earlier, the city had felt like a dozen independent disasters. Now it felt like a machine. Ugly, inefficient, but directed.
The first clear sign came at a crossroads where three different streets fed into one square.
A group of supposed city guards had erected a barrier using overturned stone benches and old iron fencing. On one side, panicked civilians were being herded away from the administrative district "for their own safety." On the other side, a line of armed men in mismatched uniforms stood watch with a little too much confidence.
"Too disciplined for actors playing rioters," Hanzo muttered.
"Too nervous for real guards," Mirel replied.
Ponzu crouched near a shattered fountain and whispered, "Those civilians aren't being evacuated. They're being held."
Yuzuki had already noticed.
Small details.
The spacing between guards. The way they watched each other more than the crowd. The exits they left open versus the ones they blocked.
Daigo leaned down and ran a hand along the cobblestones. "Fresh scrape marks. Heavy crates were dragged toward the administrative district. Recently."
That made Ponzu look up. "Crates of what?"
"Don't know."
Yuzuki looked at the guard line, then at the trapped civilians, then toward the inner district beyond.
"Whatever's going on," he said, "it's tied to movement. Resources, people, supplies, maybe all three."
Hanzo rolled his shoulders. "So we hit them?"
"Not yet," Mirel said immediately. "If we start a fight here without knowing what's behind that line, we might just escalate the wrong thing."
Yuzuki clicked his tongue softly. He didn't like waiting when the answer was standing right there behind a wall of armed idiots.
But Mirel was right.
Again.
Then, before they could settle on a way to approach the situation, voices carried from the far side of the square.
One in particular made Yuzuki's expression flatten immediately.
"Ah," Hanzo said, tone halfway between amusement and dread. "Of course."
Hisoka's group emerged from the adjacent street.
They had clearly gone through their own share of the city already. One of the seven had lost a sleeve. Another was limping. A woman near the back looked like she had cried recently and regretted ever signing up for the exam. They stayed grouped tightly around Hisoka not because they trusted him, but because they were more afraid of being too far away from him.
Hisoka himself, of course, looked perfectly fine.
A little dust on his shoes.
A little blood on one cuff.
A smile sharp enough to count as a threat all by itself.
"Well," he said, spotting Yuzuki almost instantly. "We really do keep meeting. ♥"
Yuzuki stared at him. "Unfortunately."
Ponzu leaned slightly closer to Yuzuki and whispered just low enough for only him to hear, "I hate how happy he gets when he sees you."
Yuzuki did not disagree.
Hisoka's gaze slid over the rest of Yuzuki's team. Hanzo. Ponzu. Daigo. Mirel.
Then back to Yuzuki.
"Cute team."
Hanzo frowned. "Don't say things like that."
Hisoka ignored him and looked toward the guarded square.
"I assume," he said, "you've realized this place matters. ♣"
Mirel, not wanting to give away too much, answered carefully. "We've realized enough."
One of Hisoka's assigned teammates. A wiry man with a split lip and the exhausted eyes of someone surviving by sheer panic blurted, "We found out they're moving detained civilians through that square and into the records hall beyond it. There's some kind of ledger or registry they're protecting."
Hisoka did not stop him.
In fact, he looked mildly amused that the man was trying to sound useful.
Ponzu frowned. "A registry?"
Daigo's jaw tightened. "If that hall contains civic records, supply movement, citizen lists, guard assignments…"
"Then whoever controls it controls the city's order," Mirel finished.
Hanzo exhaled through his nose. "So both teams found the same center."
Yuzuki looked from the square to the records hall beyond.
Then to Hisoka.
And that was where the problem began.
Because Hisoka smiled.
Not the soft, playful one.
The other one.
The one that meant he was already halfway into a terrible idea and only needed someone else to annoy him enough to finish the walk.
"I think," Hisoka said, turning a card slowly between his fingers, "the fastest way is very simple. Break the line. Break the doors. Break whoever gets in the way. ♠"
Ponzu immediately made a face.
Mirel said, "That would probably fail the phase."
Hisoka tilted his head. "Would it?"
Hanzo crossed his arms. "This exam is testing judgment. You don't solve a city crisis by butchering your way through every authority structure in sight."
"Why not?" Hisoka asked.
The way he said it was so casual, so sincerely curious, that half his own team went pale.
Yuzuki's answer came out flat.
"Because then you're just another problem."
Hisoka's eyes sharpened.
There it was.
Resistance.
His favorite seasoning.
"Oh?" he said softly.
One of his own teammates. Clearly desperate to avoid any conflict involving Hisoka directly tried to step in.
"W-Wait, maybe we don't need to argue—"
Hanzo looked at the man and said, "Then tell your clown to stop suggesting massacres."
The split-lipped examinee looked like he wanted to sink into the pavement.
Mirel, meanwhile, had noticed something else.
"The civilians," she said quietly. "Watch the civilians."
Everyone's eyes shifted.
On the far side of the barricade, the held crowd was being moved again. Quietly. Methodically. A pair of fake guards had started separating people into smaller groups.
Ponzu's face changed first. "They're dividing hostages."
Daigo swore under his breath.
And suddenly both teams were out of time.
If they kept standing here debating, the city scenario would worsen without them.
Hisoka saw the urgency too.
Which should have made things easier.
Instead, it made him more dangerous.
"Fine," he said. "Then let's compete."
Yuzuki's gaze hardened. "This isn't a game."
Hisoka's smile widened. "Everything is a game. ♦"
One of Hisoka's group, an anxious older man carrying a metal baton made the mistake of stepping too quickly toward the trapped civilians, probably intending to prove useful.
A fake guard saw the movement and raised a weapon.
Hanzo moved at the same time.
So did someone from Hisoka's side.
They collided shoulder-first in the middle of the square approach.
The baton-man cursed.
Hanzo shoved him back.
"Watch where you're going!"
"I was helping!"
"No, you weren't!"
That should have been the end of it.
Then another of Hisoka's teammates. Tense, overreactive, already half-broken by proximity to the clown interpreted the shove as aggression and swung a chain toward Hanzo.
Daigo stepped in and caught the arm.
The chain snapped through the air.
Ponzu flinched back.
And then, like dry brush finally finding its spark, the confrontation ignited.
It wasn't one clean brawl.
It was five smaller bad brawls happening at once.
Hanzo traded strikes with the chain-wielder, both moving fast between broken stalls and stone benches.
Daigo got tangled with the baton-man and another examinee trying to force a path toward the records hall.
Ponzu ducked behind a market cart as a thrown bottle shattered against the wood.
Mirel shouted, "Stop escalating this, you idiots!"
No one listened.
Yuzuki's attention was already on Hisoka.
Of course it was.
Hisoka hadn't actually attacked anyone yet.
That was what made it worse.
He was just standing there, watching the whole thing unfold, one card between his fingers, expression bright with interest.
"You're not helping," Yuzuki said.
Hisoka smiled. "I'm deciding whether I want to. ♥"
That was enough.
Yuzuki moved.
He closed the distance in a blur, one hand rising to strike.
Hisoka's card met the attack with a metallic crack, then twisted aside as the clown pivoted, light on his feet.
"There you are. ♠"
The first exchange was quick and vicious.
Yuzuki drove in with a straight punch. Hisoka slipped it and countered with a card-slash toward the neck. Yuzuki leaned just enough to let it hiss past his cheek, then brought his knee up toward Hisoka's ribs.
Hisoka blocked and laughed softly.
The others felt it immediately.
Both groups, mid-fight, instinctively started widening the circle around them.
No one wanted to be too close if those two actually committed.
Yuzuki stepped in again.
This time he used the environment.
A broken market pole lay on the ground near his feet. He kicked it up, caught it, and spun it toward Hisoka in the same motion. Hisoka sliced it apart with a card—
—which was what Yuzuki wanted.
The flying fragments became cover.
He disappeared through them and reappeared inside Hisoka's range with a palm thrust aimed at the sternum.
Hisoka's smile widened as he twisted away. "Good. ♣"
Yuzuki's Infinity flickered briefly at the edge of his reach, enough to deny the card that came flashing back toward him, though not enough to lock Hisoka out cleanly the way it worked on weaker opponents.
Hisoka felt it.
The denial.
The resistance.
And laughed again.
Around them, the rest of the teams had mostly stopped trying to beat each other and were now trying not to die near them.
Mirel was the first to snap out of it.
"This is ridiculous!" she shouted. "We're going to fail the phase over ego!"
Hanzo, breathing hard and irritated, looked from the restrained civilians to the records hall to Hisoka and Yuzuki's growing clash.
Then he cursed.
"She's right!"
Daigo shoved the baton-man away from him and barked, "Everyone stop!"
Shockingly, that actually worked.
Not because everyone suddenly became reasonable.
Because a deeper, more dangerous silence was beginning to form around Yuzuki and Hisoka.
And everyone present understood that if that silence broke the wrong way, the exam would end in a body count.
Ponzu was the one who forced the actual resolution.
She stood up from behind the cart, stepped just far enough forward to be seen, and shouted with more force than anyone expected from her:
"If either of you idiots starts a real fight here, the hostages get moved and both teams fail!"
That cut through it.
Even Hisoka paused.
Yuzuki did too.
Ponzu, heart pounding, continued before she lost the nerve.
"This city is the test! Not whatever weird thing you two have going on!"
Hanzo blinked once, then barked out a laugh. "Well. There it is."
Mirel stepped in immediately while the opening existed.
"She's right. We both reached the same objective. We both know the records hall matters. And if we keep tearing at each other, the scenario worsens."
Daigo added, "Temporary ceasefire. Separate lanes. Same target."
One of Hisoka's teammates said, "Yes. Please. Gods, yes."
Hisoka looked disappointed.
Not offended.
Just disappointed.
He lowered his card.
"How painfully sensible. ♦"
Yuzuki clicked his tongue and stepped back, not taking his eyes off the clown.
"This isn't over."
Hisoka smiled. "I know. ♥"
And just like that, the confrontation dissolved.
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