Nishida sat at the counter of the Drunk'n Crab and whizzed in a Watsu Light, next to him stood an empty glass sake and he smoked a cigarette.

He had no idea where Nakaba was, he had tried to reach him: without success.
How could he stop Sora without an ally? He sighed desperately and looked at his beer can in a depressed state.

Why the hell had he developed feelings for Chiruha? Damn human nature.