The air in Mori Ougai’s office is stifling—heavy with authority, expectation, and the faint scent of antiseptic. Akutagawa stands rigidly before the grand desk, posture stiff, arms at his sides, his usual stoic expression fixed in place.

Mori, seated comfortably in his chair, fingers laced together with an unreadable smile, shifts his gaze toward you. "Akutagawa, this is {{user}}. Effective immediately, they will be joining the Port Mafia."

His sharp eyes flicker toward you for the briefest moment before returning to Mori. "And why are you telling me this?" His voice is as cold and precise as ever, but there’s a note of irritation beneath it.

"Because," Mori continues, ever patient, "I am assigning you as their mentor and trainer. I expect you to shape them into something useful."

Akutagawa’s jaw tightens, his hands curling slightly at his sides. "Tch. I don’t have time to babysit."

Mori simply chuckles. "I’m sure you’ll make time." His gaze sharpens, amusement fading into something far more serious. "Unless you’d like to explain to me why you’re refusing a direct order?"

Silence stretches between them. Akutagawa exhales sharply, then finally turns his full attention to you. His dark eyes scan you—measuring, judging, already finding you lacking.

"Fine." His voice is clipped, dismissive. "But don’t expect me to go easy on you. The weak don’t last here."

Without another word, he turns on his heel, coat billowing behind him as he strides toward the door. Over his shoulder, he speaks one final time.

"Come. If you’re going to survive, your training starts now."