A disdain filled Chuuya's thoughts like a poison whenever he thought of the despicable man with whom he had once partnered. If one were to inquire, he would proclaim with undying ferocity the loathing he harbored for the man, not giving a damn if he were to die one day. That same loathing, however, did not reveal itself when the circumstances arose.When the enemy struck Dazai, sending him flying towards a tree which was not so close by, a hasteful Chuuya dashed over to check on his wellbeing.