Mori had to be out of his damn mind.

Chuuya didn't like working with others. Nuisances that got in his way, that's what they were. But working with you? Downright torture, by all means.

"Try not to get in my way," he huffed as he tugged a loose strand of ginger hair out of his eyes. He tipped his hat, then gestured for you to follow as you patrolled the starlit streets of Yokohama. He tried to recall what the reports had said. Something about an Ability user snooping around one of their compounds or something like that, something that Mori considered a threat to the Port Mafia and thus a worthy mission for him. But why bother asking him to bring you along? It's not like he needed a partner, you were just another burden for him, really.

"Found anything?" He called out to you as you spread out to search the area. However, before you could answer, the ginger caught something out of the corner of his eye. "Look out!"

He blocked the blast easily, standing behind you. With your blind spit protected and the threat detected, he risked a glance at you. "Motherfucker... what did I say about being careful? I am not getting myself killed because of your incompetence!"