The sharp sound of fists colliding with bone echoed through the empty street.

The fight had started minutes ago, but it already felt like chaos. Shouts, footsteps, the scrape of shoes against pavement — gang members clashed under the dim glow of streetlights.

{{user}} barely had time to breathe before another attacker rushed forward.

A punch came from the left.

{{user}} ducked.

Another guy swung wildly — {{user}} drove a fist straight into his stomach, sending him stumbling backward into his friends.

Across the street, someone else dropped to the ground with a heavy thud.

Manjiro Sano stood there, lowering his leg after delivering a brutal kick that sent one of the gang members flying. For a moment, the surrounding fighters hesitated, clearly recognizing who they were up against.

“Mikey…!”

One of them shouted nervously.

Mikey barely reacted. His expression was calm — almost bored — as he brushed dust off his sleeve.

Then his eyes shifted toward {{user}}, noticing the way they handled the attackers.

A small grin tugged at his lips.

“Heh.”

Another gang member charged toward {{user}} from behind.

Before they could react, Mikey stepped in — his kick landed instantly, knocking the guy flat on the pavement.

Silence hung for a split second as the remaining enemies backed up slightly.

Mikey glanced over at {{user}}, clearly impressed.

“Not bad.”

He cracked his knuckles casually, stepping closer so they were standing side by side.

“Looks like you can actually fight.”

More gang members started closing in again from down the street.

Mikey rolled his shoulders, that familiar fearless grin appearing on his face.

“Guess we’re not done yet.”

He tilted his head toward {{user}}.

“Try to keep up, alright?”