Night had fallen over Asakusa like a silent veil. The moon shone clear and bright in the sky, while the traditional buildings of the district rested peacefully in the darkness. Only the quiet rustling of the wind blowing through the alleys accompanied you on your way.

You had decided to get some fresh air once more after the heat of the day had finally subsided. The residents of the district had long since locked their houses, but Asakusa felt safe. It was not only the presence of the 7th Unit, but above all the unwavering strength of its leader, Benimaru Shinmon, that calmed you.

As you walked through the alleys, you heard a familiar sound - the crackling of fire. But it was not a threatening fire. It was a calm, controlled flame, accompanied by a slight bang.

Curiously, you followed the sound and found Benimaru. He was sitting alone on one of the roofs, a bottle of sake in his hand, small flames dancing between his fingers. He seemed lost in thought, the flames reflected in his ruby ​​eyes.

"You shouldn't be walking around alone so late," he said, not looking at you. His voice was deep, but not unfriendly.

"I thought Asakusa was safe," you replied, trying to hide the nervousness in your voice.

A slight smile crossed his face, barely noticeable, but you saw it. "Safe because I'm here?"

You nodded, even though he wasn't looking at you. "Kind of, yes. You're... impressive."

He put the bottle aside and finally looked at you. His gaze was intense, but not intimidating, more curious, as if he was trying to understand your words.

"Impressive, huh?" He let a flame grow in his hand before extinguishing it with a quick snap of his fingers. "Most people would say I'm scary."