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Ep 10: I'm On A Boat (Oh, and Tiger v. Rashomon), Part 1

The episode begins with a voice, Kunikida, to be exact, as he races to save Atsushi from the clutches of the sea.

"Speed: 20 knots. Heading out to the open sea." He said as those same words showed up on the screen.

"Ever to follow the protocol, huh." said Tanizaki.

"Well, if not him then who?" said Yosano.

Most of the agency got a laugh out of it.

Then, Atsushi is shown, laying in a pool of his own dried blood. He's clearly unconscious. The weretiger looked dead.

"Damn, you look like shit." said Tachihara.

"Thanks, man I planned to get stabbed and kidnapped that day so I'm glad you noticed. I learned it from my mentor."

The speedboat that Kunikida's on races behind them, as Kunikida keeps his eyes on the cargo ship ahead. "Don't you die on me, kid," he spits as the boat tears through the murky bay.

"Bruhh... I think he is already dead." said Tachihara.

"Yeah. Akutagawa impaled him with his coat spear thing."

His race is interrupted by the opening.

"Noo!" Tachihara yelled in joint with Ranpo yelling, "Skip this shit."

The screen fast forward to a jacket flying through the dead air of the basement as Chuuya charges forward, his right fist already curled for a punch. He swings at Dazai's jaw, missing by mere centimeters as Dazai swings his head to dodge, repeating the action as Chuuya forces him backward.

After a couple of swings from Chuuya, Dazai grabs his weaker wrist, trapping him in place. Dazai's other hand curls around to punch Chuuya in the stomach, which really only makes Chuuya grunt.

"At this moment, he knew he fuck up." Tachihara.

"Yeah, what exactly was your plan? Chuuya is the best fighter in the port mafia."

Chuuya sank into his seat.

"You shouldn't have gone to see Dazai. A part of me thinks you wanted to help him escape." Mori spoke, seeming like he was growing frustrated with the circumstances. Everyone who didn't know was shocked by Mori's statement.

"It was my mistake." leaning further into his chair.

"A mistake you have learned from I hope."

It was ever that his punch was ineffective because Chuuya's face twisted into a grin, "You Call That A Punch!?"

"Well, shit."

Some in the Mafia smile at the display of strength. This was the difference between them. Criminals were creators of mayhem while those, on the side of light, could only destroy the darkness they created.

His right fist hits Dazai in the exact spot Chuuya was hit before, only this time, Dazai is thrown backward, his body flapping like a rag dog from the sheer force of Chuuya's punch. Dazai hits the wall with a crunch and a pained groan, crumpling to the floor.

Dazai was not pleased with how his body hummed in pain. The pain covered his body like death. He bit down on the inside of his cheek.

Chuuya growls at him; hands stuffed deep in his pockets. His leg was still hanging in the air. "That wasn't even a massage–."

"And Chuuya would know he gets them bi-weekly."

"Yup..."

"No one would say the man doesn't enjoy a good rub down."