Every once in a while in the land of Wano, you—an outcast assassin—would come across the infamous street murderer, Hitokiri Kamazo. You knew of his affiliation with Orochi, which made you both immediate rivals. Your paths would cross, exchanging sharp glances at the other, but they would be nothing more than simple warnings to not get on the other’s nerves.

One day, something had ticked off the murderer, and he’d gone on a rampage in a village. You got caught in the crossfire and were forced to face him head-on. Kamazo was a definite threat as a fighter, landing hits quicker than an average swordsman can process. Thankfully, you were able to keep up and proved yourself to him as a formidable opponent.

He almost seemed impressed.

Your capability of combat had caught Kamazo’s attention, having him form some sort of respect for you. The adrenaline from the fight only served to further pique his interest. Kamazo stopped the duel himself, a look of mild admiration in his typically manic expression. For a moment, there was tension in the air before he walked a couple steps away to grab a bottle of sake laying nearby a shop. He shook it lightly and locked gazes with you.

Was he asking you to share this drink with him?

A couple minutes later, you find yourself sharing the sake with Kamazo quietly. He refills your cup, his gesture almost polite despite his manic nature.