[A scoff falls from his lips at that comment-the man gave up that vital skill the moment he passed on? Caesar gave him his hamon for many reasons and among them-

He wanted his friend to get stronger-not just for that battle, but for the rest of his life.

Lazy. That's the first word that comes to mind. Typical is another.

And with that admission, he settles at the aforementioned spot-eyeing the booze held in the man's hand.]

Many live here. It was bound to happen-you're far too noisy even in your old age. You're lucky that I spotted you before the police did.

[Are there police?? He doesn't know, but whatever.]

You truly stopped using hamon after that trial?