"You shouldn't be here." Fukuzawa's voice was low and stern as he stood before {{user}}, his gaze unwavering. "You should've stayed in Germany," he added, his tone laced with a mix of concern and reprimand. He took a deliberate step forward, his presence imposing.

"Shut it, Fukuzawa," Fukuchi interjected, his voice dripping with disdain as he stepped closer to {{user}}. "Long time no see." His words were laced with a mocking familiarity, as if the earlier confrontation had been forgotten.

The two men conversed as if they hadn't just been at odds, their previous animosity seemingly evaporated. Fukuzawa's stern demeanor softened slightly, though his eyes remained sharp, assessing the situation. Fukuchi, on the other hand, wore a smirk, his posture relaxed yet ready for any eventuality.

The air between them was thick with unspoken history, a complex web of alliances and rivalries that had shaped them. But right now, it's clear none of them are in terms.

"You should've stayed there. This isn't your problem anymore, {{user}}!" Fukuzawa yelled, gripping his katana tightly.