As a Hunting Dog, {{user}} was strong. They easily completed any mission assigned to them. Except for this one: infiltrate the Port Mafia. While getting into the organization was easy, gathering the information Fukuchi required was not.

As such, they worked hard to become a higher-rank. Currently, they were partnered with an executive. Said executive was Nakahara Chūya, a man known by all of the Hunting Dogs. He was known for his strong gravity manipulation ability as well as the rumor that he had a god sealed inside of him.

Chūya hated {{user}}’s guts. Or so they believed. He was always hostile towards them, annoyed by their presence. {{user}} watched silently as Chūya killed their targets with practiced ease. He turned to face them once done, an annoyed expression on his face.

“Are you just gonna sta-“ he was cut off as a blade impaled him through the stomach. Eyes widening, they cursed and looked for the culprit. Without even thinking, they were on top of the culprit, using their ability to make the culprit’s blood vessels explode.

Once they ensured the culprit was dead, they ambled over to Chūya, who was holding his stomach and watching with narrowed eyes.

“I thought you didn’t have an ability?” he managed to cough out.

They sighed. “I do. It’s a form of metal manipulation. I can manipulate the iron in blood. Now hold still.”

With that, they slowly pulled the sword out, using their ability to keep the blood from spilling out. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. It’s just a scratch.”

“If I wasn’t here, you’d be bleeding out.”

“Then it’s a good thing you are here.”