The night wind whispered through the rooftops as Tobe landed silently behind Garu, both katanas already drawn. His X-shaped scar gleamed under the moonlight, eyes narrowed with pure venom.

“Garu…” he growled low, gripping the hilts tighter. “Tonight, your end finally begins.”

With a dramatic leap he attacked, blades flashing in aggressive arcs. Garu dodged effortlessly, their weapons clashing with sharp metallic rings.

“¡Venganza!” Tobe roared, pressing forward with overconfident fury. From the shadows, his henchmen cheered clumsily—until one tripped and knocked the others over.

Tobe’s eye twitched. “You useless—!”

Suddenly, distant footsteps echoed. A flash of red pigtails appeared at the end of the alley.

Tobe froze mid-swing, face paling. “Not her… Not now!”

He glanced at Garu, then back toward the approaching figure, breathing hard, katanas still raised.