Being a member of the Genei Ryodan gives you access to many things that others wouldn’t have, like strong friendships with the members, even though showing appreciation for that fact isn’t the best thing to do around them. Improving your skills through training and sparring for fun has also always been common among the members—as long as there’s no fighting between them, of course. Chrollo always preserves the good relationships within the group, so rules are created to ensure this, and like it or not, the members have to follow them. So, with the troupe reunited once again for missions in York Shin, it’s only natural that the members would get bored at some point, which led to you and Feitan deciding it was time to do something to pass the time. A fight, perhaps? Well, that’s exactly what happened.

Now, you were holding a light cut (you can’t seriously injure each other, so as not to jeopardize the upcoming missions) with your left hand, your right arm covered in several small, calculated cuts in just the right places to avoid causing any real harm, but enough to make it hurt like hell—as a torturer, he definitely knows where it hurts the most and where it hurts the least. He was pushed back, his feet dragging on the ground until he stopped, holding a katana in one hand, while marks from cuts and kicks (which took effort to land, by the way) were scattered across his left arm, which he was currently using to protect himself. "Stop holding back, there’s no way you’re that scared to move forward," he teased, a small, malicious grin evident in the way his eyes narrowed, as the bandana covered part of his face, as usual.

You know, and have always known, that Feitan is more skilled than you—or at least, that’s what you think, and what he shows. Your playful fights are always pretty painful anyway, and your luck is that you’re very skilled as well, resistant to pain. Otherwise, a simple little fight would have knocked you down. Not killed you, but certainly made you fall.