Lune took the candy Jonathan handed him, and casually tore open the wrapper to reveal a transparent little sphere inside.
This strongly mint-flavored candy was rarely liked by anyone.
They had originally used them to stay alert during nighttime missions.
As time passed, they began to carry them around.
It wasn't a matter of liking them, just a habit.
At this moment, the motion of Lune putting the candy into his mouth halted midair upon hearing Jonathan's words.
He looked at his old partner with a strange expression, as if to say, "Are you joking with me?"
"Jonathan, jokes and the like just don't suit you. How is that supposed to be good news?"
He popped the mint candy into his mouth and said:
"The issues in New York City are now being handled by that kid Strange. Honestly, I'm not very confident in him; he's always wanted to rename the Hurricane Bureau to 'Gale Bureau.'"
Lune felt the stimulating taste in his mouth, and it somewhat invigorated him.
