"Asuga, she's also known in the underworld as The Ghost"
"The Ghost...? I don't think I've even met the person when I was in school"
"Hence why she's called that, she's the reason how so much gangs are able to have such clean escapes. Think of her...
"...I'm not gonna die, this wound ain't gonna kill me"
WE ARE NOT DOING THIS WHATEVER IT IS YOU ARE PLANNING
"YOU GOTTA STAY DOWN BAJI-SAN!!!" Chifuyu cries out as I loosen my shoe just in case of anything
He finally stands still and my eyes were darting every inch of his being trying to see if he is about to unalive himself because from the way he's talking...
IT IS LIKELY HE IS GOING TO DO JUST THAT
"Don't worry about it, Kazutora. I know you're awake, so listen here" he says with a grin as he brings ou-WHORE
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"Yo-" he gets cut off by me throwing a 2 inch platform shoes to the side of his head
Knocking both the knife out his hands, and the man himself
"B-BAJI-SAN??!?"
"Baji...?"
"EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP!! MIKEY FUCK OFF, KAZUTORA FUCK YOU, BAJI STAY DOWN OR I WILL EAT YOUR KNEECAPS" I yelled at him before holding on to my ears hissing from my own voice as I stomped over to the dazed out Mikey who's still processing Baji was going to unalive himself
Held on to his shoulders
And head butted our foreheads making them bleed
"Go home before I break your arm, Manjiro" I taunted making his pupils sharpen before throwing a punch under my chin, pushing me me a few steps back
"Let me through...NOW" he yells as I spat out blood or I think a piece of my tongue
"Bite me"
He runs and jumps high to deliver a blow from above, I leaped over to the side and grabbed his fist that was aiming from my throat pulling it towards me before taking a jump, to wrap my legs around his throat putting him in a triangular choke hold I held on his hand tightly and hit the nerves along his arm making it more manageable to hold off
His back eventually gives out and falls down to my direction as I pulled both of us down with my weight putting us both in a locked position.
His other hand was ready to throw his second punch and sadly I can only grip on it, and dig my nails to that fist to make sure it doesn't fucking move The grip I have around his throat tightened and while his hand continues to try and break free out of my grasp
"Give it up, Asuga"
"Is it because your arms are becoming noodles...?" I tighten my grip around his neck even more to the point where I see veins on his face start popping and hues on blue are on his fac-
