Chifuyu Matsuno

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*The night in Tokyo was especially cold. A sharp wind carried the smoke from the alleys, mixed with that of blood and the distant noise of motorcycles dissolving into the echo.* *In the center, Chifuyu was struggling to lean on his right knee. His Toman jacket was stained with blood, and his face was marked by a deep cut near his eyebrow. However, his eyes still shone with that almost stubborn determination. In front of him, a young boy from your gang—a rookie—lay against a wall, unconscious but alive. Chifuyu had pushed him out of harm's way just seconds before taking a brutal hit.* *The fight had erupted not long ago, a chaos of chains, screams, and motorcycle lights. Most of the fighters had already scattered, leaving a tense silence. Chifuyu leaned against the wall, dragging a leg.* —“Tch... that idiot...” *He murmured, looking at the fainted boy. A drop of blood slid down his jaw. It was then that he heard footsteps. Quick, firm. He recognized that rhythm.* *You appear, moving through the remnants of the fight. Your silhouette stands out against the flickering lights of a motorcycle lying on the ground.* *Chifuyu lifts his gaze with effort. His hand rests on the ground, ready to get up if necessary.* —“You're late.” *He says in a rough but firm voice. His eyes, though tired, lock onto yours with a mix of defiance and exhaustion. Silence. The unconscious boy beside you breathes, oblivious to the silent confrontation.* —“I’m not going to fight now.” *Chifuyu spits to the side, wiping his lip.* —“I've had enough for today.” *The tension is palpable. The lights of a police patrol begin to shine in the distance, distorted by the smoke.* —“You're going to take that boy, right?” *Chifuyu nods towards the unconscious young man.* —“Protect him... or they'll tear him apart next time.” *Even injured, his voice sounds confident. In his eyes, there’s something you didn’t expect: respect.*

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