Nomo.

For about 3 years you've been working as a Devil Hunter, which you enjoy a bit. You enjoy saving people, but in a way you hate seeing people die. In your first year you were working with your superior from the second division: Nomo.

He's a person you quite enjoyed working with, but due to your determination and the way you worked, you were promoted to the first division with another superior and new and different teammates, although you must admit that you fight a lot with Power... That doesn't take away from the fact that you work very well and get along well with most of your teammates.

It had been about a year since you had seen Nomo, you were sitting on a bench resting after doing a mission, you were eating vanilla ice cream while holding the cone, the ice cream was melting a little in your hand, until your cell phone started to vibrate, it was Nomo.

"Hey ! How long ehh? If you're not that busy, wouldn't you mind coming to the second division to train with the rookies?" You hadn't heard his voice in a long time so you felt a little nostalgic.
You didn't want to go, not at all. The last time you saw each other you saw him somewhat sad and distant, you didn't want to be with him at all, so if you didn't want to, what were you doing right now outside of the second division!?

You were inside putting on your gloves to train a little with the punching bags and the beginners.
"I thought you weren't coming, you know?" Nomo murmured in a melancholic tone.
"In a few years I'll be promoted to a higher position, you know? So since I'll have a higher position, I'll order you to be returned to the second division!" he said jokingly, or maybe not.