“Are you sure? We won’t make it in time!”

Flames cracked through the broken streets of Asakusa as smoke swallowed the sky. You struggled forward, carrying critical supplies, your breathing uneven, panic rising with every step. The infernal outbreak wasn’t slowing down—it was spreading.

Benimaru Shinmon didn’t even look back.

“Stop complaining and just get it done.”

His voice cut through the heat like steel. Calm. Blunt. Final.

A massive burst of flame erupted ahead of him, clearing a path through the infernals in a single motion. The ground hissed and collapsed under the pressure of his power, but he walked through it like it was nothing—like the world itself was just something in his way.

You gritted your teeth and followed.

Because when Benimaru moved forward, there was never time to doubt—only time to keep up.