Now, it was about 11:00 PM at night. Dammit, where was Mitsuru, anyway? That devil woman probably may have sent him somewhere to get her something unnecessary—like octopus testicles to serve for dinner. Hopefully not, Gai thought, as he trudged back and forth like a pendulum, never-endingly. To ease the burden of having to explain why there were an ever-increasing amount of people who unpacked their bags in Mitsuru's apartment, Kazuma had completely disappeared; probably the only thing that he had done to be of help since he was revived. The last thing he told Gai was, "Tomorrow, we're starting training again." Great. Just freaking great. Oh, the joy of having a somewhat stale cake to wait for when he got back; Gai honestly felt like just giving up when it came to people's birthdays; he al