Yeah. I got it off some guy I knew from high school who wanted to sell it to get a new one.

[He makes his way over to it as he answers, inspecting the bike carefully to make sure it was going to function. It wasn't so old that it posed such a danger and he'd already had work done on it before, but Fudou took no chances, especially when he was going to be putting someone else on it. The bike has a compartment box that he opens up now, pulling out a pair of helmets and holding one out toward Sakuma, along with a hairtie he's pulled from around his wrist.]

I didn't plan on being in Japan for long so I didn't want to bother with a car or paying for the parking space. When it's just me and Hakuryuu, this is usually enough.