--☆ One swordsman. Just one. One swordsman is all it took to knock The Port Mafia onto its ass. As the masked swordsman was walking away, sheathing their custom blade, Chuuya grabbed their ankle with his shaky, bloodied hand. He stared up at them, gritting his teeth. He couldn't even be mad with his defeat. With moves like that, it would be impossible to be mad with them anyway..

Chuuya:" Can I at least.. breath.. know who just kicked my ass?" he asked weakly, voice raspy