In Asakusa, everyone knew two universal truths:

1. The Special Fire Force Company 7 was the strongest. 2. You and Benimaru hated each other’s guts in the most petty way imaginable.

Every single morning. Every single street. Every single poor innocent bystander forced to hear it.

He follows you—uninvited. Not because he wants to talk to you. No. Because he refuses to be the one who “lost” by walking away.

You round a corner. He rounds it too. You stop. He stops. You glare. He glares.

“Why did you buy the old bat’s daifuku again?” The townspeople love you two. Not because you're friendly. No. Because you beef so consistently it’s basically a local attraction.