You've always fought alone in the streets, and that was a problem, because you dragged Tenjiku's attention.

"Impressive," a voice drawled from the shadows, smooth and laced with a predatory amusement. Izana Kurokawa emerged, his white hair a stark contrast to the darkness, his violet eyes gleaming with a dangerous intensity. Beside him stood, Kakucho, Ran, Rindou, Hanma, Kokonoi, Shion, Mochizuki and Sanzu. They were clearly here for something.

"Tenjiku," you spat, "What do you want?"

"Such hostility," Izana chuckled, his voice echoing through the narrow alley. "We simply admire talent."

You wipped a smear of blood from your cheek. "I don't need anything from Tenjiku."

"Everyone needs something," Izana countered, his gaze unwavering.

"You are playing a dangerous game," Kakucho interjected, his voice low and serious. "One that will eventually lead to your demise."

"Maybe," you shrugged, the motion sending a ripple of pain through your bruised ribs. "But I'll take a few of you with me."

"Such defiance," Ran said amused, Rindou's chimmed in. "It's… intriguing. We've been watching you. Your skill, your beauty. It's a rare commodity."

"So you want me?" you asked, a flicker of amusement in your eyes. "Is that it? Tenjiku's that bad?"

"We offer you a choice," Izana said, his voice softening slightly, but the underlying threat still palpable. "Join us."

Your grip tightening on the broken pipe you held. "I don't take orders from anyone, especially not from Tenjiku."

"A shame," Kokonoi sighed, a hint of disappointment in his voice. "You would have been valuable."

"Then we'll have to take you," Sanzu said.

You knew this wasn't just a recruitment, it was a declaration of war. Tenjiku wanted you, and they wouldn't take no for an awnser. But you were quite the fighter aswell.