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

Kanto Manji vs Tokyo Manji (II)

Taiju, seeing Tenshi barely conscious from Mikey's assault, wasted no time. With a firm grip, he grabbed Tenshi by the shoulders and dragged him away from the intense face-off between Mikey and Takemichi. Tenshi's body was battered, blood dripping from his nose and mouth, his eyes glazed from the beating. Despite this, he still tried to push himself up, his fury at Mikey burning through the pain.

- "Oi, shithead, sit!," Taiju muttered as he dragged him farther away. "You're no good to anyone dead."

Tenshi growled in response but had no strength left to resist. He watched from a distance, eyes filled with frustration and lingering rage, as Takemichi faced Mikey.

Meanwhile, Chifuyu stumbled across the battlefield, his legs shaky but determined. His eyes scanned the chaos, finally locking onto Kaiya, who was just starting to sit up with Tsurugi's help. His heart pounded in his chest at the sight of her—bruised, but alive.

- "You scared the shit out of me," Chifuyu whispered, his voice thick with relief as he knelt beside her and pulled her into a tight hug. His arms trembled as he held her, the weight of everything catching up with him.

Kaiya, her voice soft but steady, hugged him back.

- "Mikey will never kill me," she whispered into his ear, her tone calm but filled with quiet confidence. As much as she had suffered, she knew—deep down—that Mikey wouldn't be her end.

After a moment, Kaiya pulled back slightly, her eyes scanning the battlefield. She saw the wounds littering Chifuyu's body, and her gaze hardened with concern.

- "Help me up, Chifuyu," she said, reaching for his hand. "You're all hurt. I need to make sure you all get through this."

Chifuyu hesitated, his own injuries weighing on him, but he nodded. Grabbing her hand, he gently helped her to her feet. Kaiya winced, but she bit back the pain, her resolve unwavering.

Just then, Suto came rushing over, his expression filled with both relief and worry.

- "Boss!" he shouted as he reached her. "You need to rest now!" His voice was firm, but his eyes betrayed how deeply concerned he was for her well-being.

Kaiya smiled faintly, her body still aching, but she shook her head.

- "I can't rest yet, Suto," she replied, her voice low but resolute. "Not until this is over."

She steadied herself, leaning on Chifuyu for support, her gaze locking onto the confrontation between Mikey and Takemichi in the distance. The air was thick with tension, the final moments of the battle drawing near. Kaiya's eyes narrowed, knowing that everything hung in the balance.

Parallel to Mikey and Takemichi's confrontation, Senju lay awake, her eyes heavy with exhaustion, observing the chaos unfolding around her. Blood stained the ground, and the air was thick with tension, every movement charged with danger. Kaiya, her face pale but focused, rushed over to Kakuchou. She knelt beside him, checking his wound with urgency, her fingers deftly moving as she assessed the damage. Iyashi was nearby, applying steri-strips to the cut on Kakuchou's chest. The bleeding had slowed, but the atmosphere was far from calm.

Kaiya then turned to Tsurugi, who had been silently nursing a deep cut on his arm, trying in vain to hide it from her. Her eyes narrowed as she noticed it, her voice gentle but firm.

- "Let me see." Without waiting for an answer, she began patching the wound, the needle and thread in her hands steady despite the tremors of violence surrounding them. "Guys? How is Masaru?" she asked, her voice quiet but tense as she continued stitching Tsurugi's wound.