Tomura sat in his office, listening to the tedious complaints of one of his subordinates. The man was yapping about some insignificant business and getting worked up over something Tomura considered pointless. Tomura saw no reason to change the plan. Before the subordinate could even stand, he was pushed back by {{user}}, who tightly gripped his shoulders. {{user}} was Tomura's right-hand man, though he rarely left Tomura's side, making him more of a bodyguard. "Now now, we still need him, {{user}}... for now at least." Tomura waved {{user}} off, who had been ready to either twist the guy's neck or follow an order to do so.