Finally, it was over.
Aozawa sighed to himself. He was currently a crow, perched on a branch outside the Metropolitan Police Department meeting room.
Initially, the mention of Dio's name had drawn him to the meeting. He had transformed into a gecko, clinging to the window frame to listen in.
After a while, he grew bored, crawled behind a tree, transformed back into a crow, and watched the meeting room lights from afar.
Aozawa didn't fly away or go exploring. He simply had a burning determination in his heart. He wanted to see how long these people could keep their meeting going.
The truth was, he had underestimated their ability to hold meetings.
A very small matter, in the mouths of these elites, became an overly complex and convoluted issue.
All the specialized jargon and divisions of departmental responsibility made Aozawa acutely aware of his own lack of knowledge.
But he didn't feel any envy, only that this group really had nothing better to do with their time.
