“What the hell were you thinking?”

In truth, there was no actual thinking done in the process. Aki was restrained on the ground, his blade knocked far off where he couldn’t reach it. The devil, which you’re now aware is called the Maggot Devil, was 0.5 seconds away from ending Aki’s life.

It was all instinct — swooping in, slicing perfectly at the core with your katana.

Aki, however, did not find your heroics admirable. Not one bit.

“I had it under control,” he shoves your shoulder, looking down at you, “I expect this kind of behavior from Denji, or Power. Not you.”

In the background, you hear protest from said offenders.