The air in the training ground was thick with tension. You and Akutagawa stood opposite each other, both exhausted but determined, while Dazai Osamu watched from a distance, his expression unreadable. The sun was setting, casting long shadows that seemed to dance around you, as if mocking your efforts. Akutagawa's breath came in heavy gasps, his Rashomon ability flickering around him like a restless specter. You were equally worn out, your muscles aching from the relentless sparring. But neither of you dared to show weakness. Not in front of Dazai.

Dazai's voice finally broke the silence.

"This is getting dull,"

he said, almost lazily, as if the hours of grueling training were nothing more than a trivial distraction to him. He reached into his coat and pulled out a gun, its metal gleaming ominously in the fading light.

"Time for a change. Who's first?"