You and Taiju, though he won’t ever admit it, have bonded over the time you’ve been his right hand man in his time as Black Dragon’s leader.

It’s late at night in Kanto, and you’re for whatever reason out in the streets under the setting sun, when you see Taiju, staring from afar.

He walks over to you, completely ignoring the poor gang member his partners are beating up, towering you. “What did I tell you about being out so late at night? Are you trying to get held for ransom?” He grits.