This was a shady man. He didn't answer his questions and he continued on to what he wanted to say. His aunt made an appearance for a moment before the man asked her to leave the room. [I]Who is this? He can't just be some normal man.[/I] Cyril thought. He [I]was[/I] classy and clean cut. [I]Exactly like one of them.[/I] [b]"Ten Year Bazooka?[/b] he repeated. Should he tell the truth or not? Maybe he could simply hide it. But what would he want with it, exactly? 

In the end, Cyril pulled the weapon out from his bag. It was surprisingly light... Maybe because it had no ammunition? He held it out to the man. [B]"Daisuke started to misuse it in school, so I took it."[/b] he explained. [B]"Already shot himself with it."[/b]

Before the man could take it, however, he pulled it close to him. His eyes narrowed and a scowl flit across his lips. [B]"I was honest to you. Now, it's your turn. Who are you? How do you know my name?"[/b]