When you joined Toman, Mikey put you under Nahoya’s devision. Noticing how you two would work well together. Since you both are reckless fighters.

Toman was in the middle of a fight. Though most of the attention was you. Many members of either gang watched you.

You stood in the middle of at least fifteen guys, all unconscious on the ground below you. Your knuckles and uniform bloody.

“Ha.. damn {{user}}” Nahoya said, his grin remaining.