I'd let the world burn for you... || Tokyo Revengers

Tenjiku (IV)

They arrived at the fighting area, the tension thick in the air as the two gangs faced off. Determination was etched into every face, the weight of the coming battle pressing down on them. Takemichi stood at the front, flanked by Chifuyu and Kaiya. The presence of Tenjiku loomed before them, their numbers overwhelming in comparison to Toman's small but fierce group.

Izana stood at the center of Tenjiku, exuding an aura of control and arrogance. Beside him were some of the most dangerous individuals: Hanma, Rindo Haitani, Kanji Mochizuki, Hajime Kokonoi, Yasuhiro Muto, Kakuchou, Haruchiyo Sanzu, Shion Madarame, and Ran Haitani. Kisaki, always the puppet master, stood atop a pile of metal containers, watching the scene unfold with a smug look of superiority. Kaiya's eyes flicked over to Izana and Kakuchou, her heart skipping a beat when she saw the recognition in their eyes. Izana's half-smile unsettled her, a reminder of their strange history. But her gaze quickly shifted to the tall figure beside him, the one wearing a red demon half-mask, wearing a hood over his head, black hair styled backwards. Who was that? They could barely see his cold eyes.

- "I've been waiting for you, hero," Kisaki's voice echoed from his elevated position, directed at Takemichi.

- "That bastard Kisaki's just gonna watch from up there?" Chifuyu muttered, his anger barely contained.

- "That's how he is," Takemichi responded, his eyes locked on Kisaki.

- "So, if we don't beat Tenjiku, we can't reach him," Chifuyu added, seething with frustration. "What a fucking weasel."

Kaiya's eyes locked with Kisaki's for a moment, and the darkness within her swirled like a storm. She could feel the rage boiling inside her, her desire to end him growing stronger by the second. Kisaki had ruined too many lives—Keisuke, Emma, Kazutora... The thought of how much destruction he had caused tightened her grip, her body trembling with murderous intent.

Izana's mocking voice cut through the tension.

- "Tenjiku's 400 versus Toman's 50. What can you do against these impossible odds?" His smile was cold, almost amused. "Try to keep it entertaining, Toman. Shion, you're up first."

Kaiya's eyes flicked to Shion. He still bore the bruises from the punch Tenshi had given him. If only Tenshi had joined them.

Shion stepped forward, puffing out his chest as he taunted them. 

- "I'm taking on today's leading battle! Former leader of the Black Dragons! One of Tenjiku's big four, Shion Madarame! Which one of you from Toman is gonna face me?!"

- "Leading battle?" Takemichi stepped forward, confusion evident on his face.

Yamagishi quickly explained:

- "It's a ritual the S-62 generation's really into. A one-on-one that builds up to an all-out confrontation."

- "I see..." Takemichi nodded, steeling himself. "For today's showdown, the one leading the way is gonna be me."

Shion laughed, his voice booming with arrogance.

- "C'mon now, Toman! Stop screwing around! You don't have any of your central members—Mikey, Draken, Mitsuya, and Smiley. You didn't even pick a guy to take the leading battle?"

- "Peh-yan." Kaiya's voice cut through the tension, calm but authoritative.

Peh-yan nodded, stepping forward with a determined look on his face. 

- "You're the acting leader today, so just sit back," he said to Takemichi. "Tokyo Manji Gang, acting third division captain, Ryohei Hayashi."

- "Like I give a shit! I'm gonna kill everyone in Toman myself!" Shion sneered, his eyes flashing with menace.