Yunosuke couldn't help but to be impressed. Two yokai powers complete with their own fancy names. He quickly thought about his own gift and wondered why he hadn't given it a name. It was like a superpower, after all, and every hero had to name his signature attack. He paused that train of thought for a second. [i]So long as I don't get any ideas about calling out my signature attack names in battle, like those dumbass shonen heroes.[/i]

Any lingering thoughts he had about having to trademark his one-man smoke machine ability were quickly dispelled when Miko took up the initiative and dragged him away. He resisted, with every fiber of his being, the impulse to waggle his eyebrows and wolf whistle. The whistling was suppressed, the dancing pervert brows, however, could not be contained.

He was surprised to hear that her concerns were about Hattori, of all things. Yunosuke sighed and gently pulled his arm free, scratching the back of his head, "He really ain't that bad, I have to admit that. He's arrogant, though, and he's been putting his fancy shoes in his mouth so far all day by saying stupid shot before he realizes how bad it sounds." Admittedly, he could overlook that. He'd met some rich humans with the same problem and they turned out alright once they looked past the sheltered little Fabergé eggshells they liked to dwell in. Maybe Hattori would come around. Hearing that he turned down A-rank just to be a little guy filled him with conflicting emotions. The guy wanted to prove himself on his own merits, and that was cool of him, but at the same time, he felt that passing up such an honor was kind of stupid. After all, if someone were to give you the chance to sign for the major league right away, why would you turn it down to be a triple-a batboy? 

[i]Must be a power play. He must know he's good enough to climb up to A sooner or later. Or maybe,[/i] he glanced at his partner, rolled his eyes for even thinking this, and conceded, [i]Maybe he's not a piss-for-brains yokai after all.[/i]

Hearing Miko laugh brought a smile to his face and he set his hands back in his pockets, offering her his elbow so they could walk back all chummy-like. He chuckled, before getting back into Hattori and Daigo's hearing range, "Even if I end up being Hattori's buddy, I'm always gonna want to show him up. That makes us rivals. His ego is as good as crushed."

Not long after being reunited, Yunosuke was certain he heard something that sounded like a scream. Not one of those horror movie, shrill lady screams, but definitely a male's voice calling out. It wouldn't have been able to travel very far, but gauging how close they were to their mark, it wouldn't have to.

"D'you think...?" the punk couldn't get the rest of the words out to the yokai. He was too excited. Well, nervous, too. He was man enough to admit that. He turned to Miko and Daigo and gave a reassuring thumbs up, "It's probably just some guy who dropped a crate on his foot. But if it's our big bad, wish us luck!"