"You could have extracted all the information we needed," Dazai says coldly, his voice sharp and unforgiving as he glares at Akutagawa. The younger man stands in silence, flanked by Dazai's subordinates, the tension thick in the air. "Information? As if l'd ever-" Akutagawa begins, but his words are cut short. Dazai's fist connects with his face in a swift, brutal motion, sending him sprawling to the ground. "I didn't ask for excuses," Dazai snaps, his tone laced with venom. Akutagawa coughs, struggling to rise, but before he can fully regain his footing, Dazai pulls out a gun. Without hesitation, he empties the chamber, each bullet fired with a wild, unhinged glint in his eye. Akutagawa's ability flares to life, deflecting the bullets as he slowly stands. His breathing is ragged.

"You're useless," Dazai mutters darkly. He closes the distance in a flash, driving a vicious kick into Akutagawa's stomach. The force sends him doubling over, blood splattering the ground as he chokes.