Jigen Daisuke (次元大介)

Understand?

Let's go.

Jigen Daisuke.

MEAT

Get up, you!

Kyoko.

Yuya!

You won't get away with this!

I can't back out of it now!

Yuya... Yuya!

Yuya.

It's this kid.

Move!

Japan...

It's been so long.

First time in Deigyo-gai?

Yes, and last.

People say that, but they keep coming back.

No smoking, please.

Have some candy.

-Hey, how about a tattoo? -Like this one.

What do you think, mister?

What do you think?

Hey, handsome.

Hey, handsome.

Hey, got time for some fun?

Hey.

What?

I need to go to a bar called Yamatomi.

You're an outsider.

You know where it is?

Straight down this street in the Central Hall.

But...

I wouldn't recommend it to an outsider.

I'll be careful.

If there's trouble, tell them Ruri sent you.

Here.

I don't charge for kindness.

Thanks.

Bye.

Hey, fella.

-You're handsome. -Huh?

-Come with me. -Can I?

-Of course. -Really?

YAMATOMI

Here you go.

It's home-brewed.

My old man's secret recipe.

Enjoy.

Sorry.

Long wait?

I heard this was a refuge for villains, but it's not so bad here.

No smoking in the cab?

You looked pretty irritated lighting one up after getting off.

Said who?

Everyone in town.

What a nuisance.

I told the town's boss that you were my client.

Don't create problems and you'll be okay.

And if I do?

Everyone will be your enemy.

Deigyo-gai fell into ruins after development plans failed.

Outcasts, who had no place to go, took over the town

and made it their home.

It's their last haven, so they'll protect it with their life.

I see.

So, about the gunsmith you're looking for...

The name's Yaguchi.

Yaguchi?

Never heard of him.

A drifter, too?

He doesn't live here.

Used to do business here a long time ago.

He sold guns to the residents of Koinobori.

Koinobori?

That's where the town's bosses have always lived.

The new boss, who recently took over,

is rounding up mercenaries and killers.

People are happy with the new boss.

If all goes well, no more running from the law.

If you stay here, you'll cause trouble.

The gunsmith's address.

A clock store on a half-deserted shopping street.

Thanks for your trouble.

HIBARI SHOPPING STREET

-We're back. -Welcome home.

Please take care.

Hey. Hello there.

Come again, okay?

Hey!

YAGUCHI CLOCK STORE SALES AND REPAIRS

-This hurts. -Come on, do it.

One, two, three, four...

Come on.

-Hey, come on. -No more. This hurts.

-I'm home. -Hey.

-Go wash your hands. -Okay.

-This hurts. -Go on, go on.

Three more minutes. Or else I get another apple.

My internal organs have really gotten weak.

-Come on. Go, go. -One, two, one, two.

It hurts...

Go, go.

For real? A customer?

Is Yaguchi here?

That's me.

-Got a husband? Son? -It's just me.

So you are...

Hey, what do you want, fella?

What do you want from Chiharu?

What?

Zenith El Primero A384.

That's a nice watch. You want to have it repaired?

This isn't what I need repaired.

I see.

-What's wrong? -Nothing. It's nothing.

-Go make your delivery. -Right, I almost forgot.

See you.

-Have a good day. -Thanks.

Bye.

So you want to repair the thing stuck in your waistband?

What a surprise.

Are you Jigen Daisuke?

I am.

You're about the only person who carries a Combat Magnum like this one.

Bullets go astray.

I've checked every inch of it, but can't find the problem.

I'm sorry to say you're not the man I heard you were.

What do you mean?

If you'd listened closer to your gun,

it wouldn't have gotten this bad.

Take it home.

You can't fix it?

Don't be absurd.

I've retired.

I'm a real watchmaker now.

Are you really selling her?

That again?

Let's run away, the three of us.

Where to?

There's no place to go. That's why we lived in that dump.

Anything's better than this!

She's not her. You got that?

I'll text you the place once I have a deal.

Bring the kid, okay?

Yuya...

HIROSHIGE YASUHARU, TSUBAKI I-GO CLUB

Nice watch.

Informants must get paid well.

That's a fake made by Chiharu Yaguchi.

Even you thought it was real.

That's how good she is.

Unbelievable old woman.

She's a poor old lady.

"Poor"?

She honed her skills to become a watchmaker.

But back in her day, watchmaking was a man's world.

Not only was she able to copy the most supreme techniques,

but also her watches are better than the originals.

But because she made fakes,

she was even more alienated from the industry.

Only the underworld appreciated her.

Recognizing her abilities, they made her make fake guns.

How ironic.

"I'm a real watchmaker now."

What?

Nothing.

That's fine.

Then, how about a game?

I'll bet my money, and you'll bet...

this watch.

You know I was a professional i-go player.

I also know you were expelled because of your gambling addiction.

What a persistent man!

I'm here on another matter.

What is it?

Make me a watch.

I came across a watch that you made.

It was superb.

But I failed to get it.

I don't know how much research you did on me,

but compliments won't make me repair your gun.

Not all women want to be told they're beautiful.

I know.

I'd never ask for fish at a meat shop.

You're a watchmaker now.

Hello there, little girl.

What's your name?

Okay.

It's in pretty bad shape. Let me take a look.

Little girl, where did you get this watch?

Body search.

All right.

Not you.

Stay here.

If I'm to go in alone, could you open the door for me?

As you can see, I can't do it myself.

I know that Deigyo-gai is a town of scumbags.

But kidnapping orphans? That's low.

KIDS MISSING FROM ORPHANAGE