"Chiyoda City. Part of the Tokyo sprawl. Nice place, really quiet. Mostly office high rises and upper middle class homes." A place where he didn't stand out, a place where all his food was the right price, a place where everyone spoke the same goddamn language he did, a place. "Kanda-Myojin's the family beat. A little temple. My illustreous ancestor, Zenigata Heiji, is a kami there now. I was supposed to be the seventh of his name, but..."

He shrugged. He'd made that choice a long time ago. There didn't need to be yet another Zenigata Heiji. Zenigata Koichi had it hard enough living up to the family name without keeping that one going.