Stein stood over him, his glasses gleaming in the reflected light from the sun. "Yes, I can see that," he said.

He dropped his cigarette on the ground and crushed it under his shoe, then he bent over Junpei.

"Let's try something else," he said cheerfully. He placed a hand in the centre of Junpei's chest, and synchronized with his soul. Junpei wasn't a buki, and yet, now as he did this, he realized that in a sense he was.

Junpei was a living weapon. But it was different, because instead of transforming, the weapon was inside him.

With a mighty wrench, Stein pulled the weapon out.