Wearing the easy-to-move in robes passed down to him from his father, over more casual clothing, Yuuma leapt from building to building, having just begun his rounds for the night. He knew all the spots where this world's connection with the Crimson Sky was at its strongest in this area of the city, and he efficiently navigated the rooftops, hitting them all up in succession. The route had been engrained in him over the years.

9 years and a bit, to be more exact. Almost a decade ago he had learned of the Crimson Sky and had begun eliminating evil Youkai under his father's guidance. Nearly half his life had been devoted to hunting down and erasing evil.

Yuuma was proud of that fact. He was young, not even legally an adult yet, but he already had more combat experience than most would ever have in their lifetimes. He [i]lived[/i] to kill evil -- to protect the people of his city. Every night he went out to do so for several hours. He kept himself in the best shape, always striving to improve himself -- he was lean and sturdy, not an ounce of useless muscle or fat on his tall frame. And through all this, he found time to attend college too, to appease his mother. Granted, he barely scraped by, but he didn't mind. The worst thing about attending school was the fact that he had his sleep split in two; he'd sleep four hours in the morning, and four in the evening. The money he earned from Youkai-hunting was enough to get by on, and that's all he could see himself doing for the rest of his life. A career as a hero -- the greatest thing he could imagine.

His dedication to his self-appointed task as the city's guardian would appear insane to most. It absolutely was an obsession -- anything less and he'd never have spent anywhere near as much time honing himself as he had. But he was proud of himself. He knew his place and purpose in the world, and he enjoyed nothing more. 

A sound caught Yuuma's ear, and he focused on it, quickly confirming to himself that it was the call for Chasers from Dangeki. His brow furrowed in worry -- he didn't like having to abandon his duties, but that signal meant something serious was about to happen. He used his Mana to strengthen his legs as he changed his course and ran to the edge of the roof, jumping and blasting himself forward off the lip by expelling his Mana. He fell to the ground, robe billowing out around him, and strengthened his legs again as he landed. Without missing a beat, he straightened himself out and walked with purpose, making his way to the cafe.

A while later, the shop's front was in sight. Yuuma smiled to himself, remembering the first time his father had brought him here when he was 10 years old, having just recently acquired his power, and introduced him to the Chasers that were there at the time. The one that had stuck out to him the most had been Shiina. After he had first seen her fight, his child-like curiosity with her had grown into great admiration. Even now, years later, she was the Chaser -- other than his father -- that he respected the most.

He opened the door and entered, carrying himself with self-confidence. A quick look around told him that there were already several of the Chasers gathered, all of whom he recognized at least vaguely. He gave anyone who happened to meet his gaze a polite nod and smile, making his way over to the front counter. He came to a stop next to Kazuo, his back to the counter, standing tall and comfortably, with his arms to his sides.

[color=f26522]"Flirting with the maids again, Kazuo?"[/color] he asked with an easy smile, by way of greeting. Kazuo was probably the person in the room that Yuuma had the easiest time talking to, so it wasn't a hard decision for him to try to strike up a conversation as they waited for the rest of the Chasers.