Yunosuke threw Hattori a dirty look. It was irritating as hell to hear the yokai calling Mike a supporting role. Sure, it was her skill set, but it didn't make her test any less difficult. Hattori was crowing like an absolute cock. It must be hard, thinking you're a gift to mankind twenty-four seven.

He found it difficult to stay peeved after hearing Miko's report. "In one hit? You're not shitting me, are you?" If anybody idolized Daigo more than him, it was the badass' own partner. There was no way Miko would be hyperbolic. A quick glance at Hattori proved that they wouldn't be at 100% tomorrow. "I guess we can't take this lightly. You think we're ready, right?" he tried to cheer himself up by asking Miko with a teasing smile.

The bespectacled girl's lips wavered and she tapped her chin, "Honestly? Hattori could take the exam blindfolded. He's the one who passed up a chance at a higher rank, after all. And I'm confident that you're smart enough, Yuno-chan... but it's what comes after that frightens me. What's the real difference between a C Rank and a B when there's forces out there that defy our classification?" She was always so literal, so statically minded, and when it came down to it, blunt. He'd be lying if he said his pride wasn't throbbing with the wound she just dealt. Putting money on Hattori was a no brainer and he was the perpetual underdog. 

Hattori stood up and made his intention to get out of there quite clear. Yunosuke was all too happy to quit the bleak surroundings and depressing conversation, but he'd be damned if he just accepted a scooter ride without some remark.

"I'll take you up on that, but only because you look like hell. What kind of man would I be if I let you out of my sight after a massacre like that one you just went through? If you're gonna be doing any passing out in the road, I'd like to be there," he swiftly pulled out his phone, "Even if only for blackmail."