For someone of his size, Chuuya was impressive when it came down to his expertise-- fighting.

However, he wasn't exempt from injury-- and when it came down to it, he relied on you, his cutman, for intervention.

Unfortunately, you wound up late to his last fight-- which had gone downhill surprisingly quickly. Chuuya was pissed, rubbing at the lilac bruise flourishing along his cheek.

"Where were you? I could've won if that prick didn't pull a foul!"