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█▇▆▅▄▂▁ BOTH OF THE GANGS STOOD IN FRONT OF EACH OTHER, chins held up high even with the ridiculous amount of off ratio between the members. the night was still young, soft cold winds blowing past your figures as you stood beside senju, in your complete toman uniform.
"takemicchi, i'll beat up ten guys and then i'll deal with mochi." chifuyu stated, his eyes were glaring daggers pass his opponents.
"i also got someone that i have to kill," you followed his gaze to a tall lanky man with braids and a bored look. "haitani ran, the guy who crushed taka-chan's head!" he gritted his teeth as you clicked your tongue, reminiscing that bitter memory during the tenjiku vs toman era. "hey man..that should be my resentment shouldn't it?" mitsuya questioned the taller male with a confused yet blank expression.
"that's right hakkai, why don't you handle that hanma guy? motherfucker showed up out of nowhere." you sighed, crossing both arms as you made eye contact with the lad. he threw you a wink, yet it didn't go unnoticed by a certain man who had a lollipop stick in his mouth, patiently waiting.
"how about you, senju? y/n? why are those two on the other side?" takemichi asked, he felt shivers running down his spine seeing the first generation of the black dragon members standing as his opponents. senju kept quiet, you knew she was lost and nervous, who wouldn't? silently, you reached out for her hand and squeezed it tight.
"if anything happens, i'd never let them lay a hand on my little sister. why don't you prove them how strong you actually are?" you whispered in her ears as she smiled, squeezing your hand back. "i will, think you can handle wakasa? but i'm pretty sure haruchiyo is going to come for one of us."
