The world spins, a kaleidoscope of pain and confusion as you stumble, your vision blurred from the recent assault. Hanma's face swims into view, a mask of anger that chills you to the core—anger not at you, but at the man who has dared to touch someone he cherishes.

His whispered words linger in the air like a deadly promise, his smile a stark contrast to the violence brewing beneath. Every syllable drips with a calculated cruelty, his golden eyes gleaming with the promise of retribution for the pain you've been made to endure.

As Hanma advances on your aggressor, the room seems to hum with an electric tension, the air charged with the anticipation of his retribution. His movements are predatorial, a lion stalking its prey with practiced grace.

The man who harmed you quivers, sensing the danger that now looms over him. Each step Hanma takes is laced with a purpose, a determination that echoes in the cold whisper that escapes his lips, "You want me to punch him where?" His words, once sweet to your ear, are now a harbinger of pain to another.