So, I have decided.

[What? DECIDE WHAT?!]

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The battle was going intense. Everyone was on their little corner fighting each other, some assisting the others. As for you, you stood next to Mikey, along with Draken. Your job was to stand next to him and wait for orders. And also to protect him.

But right now... you're occupied by how you're going to combine three different plans together. And just as you were thinking, you noticed something coming at the corner of your vision, making you move immediately.

"Hey, that was pretty underhanded there, number two." You smiled, holding Hanma's arm, balancing yourself. He had thrown a punch towards your direction and a kick to Draken. Draken blocked the kick and got sent a few meters away, but you were fast enough to catch his arm. "Playing dirty?"

"Hm~ You're pretty fast!" He grinned, snatching his arm away from your hold. Throwing another on to you, but you dodge until you were next to Draken. You clicked your tongue, realizing the distance he created between you two to Mikey. "Oi, Kazutora! I'll leave Mikey to you! Lemme have a taste of these two! Let's have some fun, shall we, vice prez, little rat."

You looked around, counting their numbers and checking their faces, taking note of every single member around you two. There was a lot. And from the looks of it, Hanma was planning on exhausting you two before directly fighting you. And not by having them gang up on two people, but rather, he had them act as a wall for him.

"Kashi. You holding up well?" Draken asked, his back colliding with yours as you two got into position. And as usual, you smiled calmly and nodded. Draken returned to the Valhalla member's furrowing his brow. There were a lot of them. And a lot of Toman members are already taking a knee. "Damn... There's a lot..."

"...Draken..." You began, your eyes darting around the spaces between the members. "How long can you hold out?"

"As long as it takes." He answered, watching as you began to fix your footing. You were planning something. "How long will you take?"

"Just a bit." You smirked, glancing over your brother, giving him the look. A cheeky grin from you can only mean one thing and one thing alone. "Let's fuck things up."

"Let's!"

The people around the right and left hand of Mikey watched in amazement as they rushed through the group of Valhalla members surrounding them. Draken moved like a tank, taking down anyone coming his way. Kashi, on the other hand, was fast and sneaky, supporting Draken and having his back by surprising anyone who tried to sneak up on Draken. It was almost impossible to track him, it was like he was teleporting.

One punch after another, Valhalla members kept dropping down like flies. And just like flies, they seem to keep multiplying by the second. And the more they multiplied, the more the spirits of Toman decreased.

"I can't get away like this..." You whispered, clicking your tongue in annoyance as you kicked away a Valhalla lackey before they beat up one of your allies. The guy looked up to you, giving you a thank you but also an apology. "Draken."

"I know."

The gang was losing morale. And when it comes to shit like raising, you weren't shit at it. It's just... you had another thing in mind. You just might lower their spirits if you were to say anything. When you're irritated, you never shut your mouth, as Kashi, anyways.

But just as things were going bad, a ray of sunshine came through, Takemichi's battle cry echoed throughout the area, running off and swinging his arms aimlessly, but still managing to push away enemies. His actions seem to have affected your allies as they all stood up, putting on a smile.

"Well, looks like that problem's been solved..." Draken muttered, turning to Hanma who was still in the back, doing nothing in particular. "I'll take care of the front."

"And I'll take care of the back." You said, cracking your neck and stretching your arms. "Let's do this."

Draken, with no worries in mind, rushed through the crowds, taking on ten opponents by himself. And while they had his focus on him, someone else had rushed past them. A small figure rushing past them, hitting them on the back and making them stumble. It was fast and it hurts like a bitch.

While Draken was taking the front and gaining their attention, the shadow moves downward and swiftly, rushing to the target. [(Y/N)'s title is fucking cool]

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Hanma really couldn't help but be impressed by how Draken and Kashi fought. Those two fought as a duo, Draken as the one who acted as a tank, and Kashi fighting to assist him. He couldn't wait to fight with those two.

Just the thought of it excites him. Just imagine going against a monster like Draken, all the while having to keep a lookout for the shadow that can end your life without knowing it.

Hanma laughed to himself as he went to see how Kazutora was doing with Mikey. And it seems like he's doing fairly well. 'Now then. It's about time that-'

Hanma suddenly felt something hit him on his chin, throwing him backward, and making him stumble. The hit on the second in command made everyone turn their heads, wondering who it was that managed to land such a hit. There was only one person who they can think of, and that was... Draken.

The thing is, Draken was busy reducing the flies buzzing around him.

And... the one who did it... Was wearing Valhalla uniform!?!

"Ah fuck-" Hanma chuckled, wiping his chin as he stood up, regaining his balance. That hit jumbled his brain quite a bit. He narrowed his eyes, trying to focus on this enemy wearing his gang's uniform. "Just who the hell are you?" [The one you simping for smh]

A tall, but not Draken or Hanma level of tall. About average. This unknown person wore the Valhalla Jacket with a black hood. But the most prominent feature was... that familiar mask on their face.

"Well! Well! Looks like we have a special guest!!" Hanma hollered, his blood pumping. Finally, finally! He finally got the meet them! "Okame mask ghost! Glad to finally meet ya in person!"

The familiar name came through the ears of the spectators. That nickname has spread quite fast in the delinquent world, I mean when talking about an unknown person that is not affiliated to any gang, powerful and strong, of course, they'd be interested.

Hanma didn't get a reply the Ghost lunged forward, making him hold up his arm for a block. But instead of another kick like before, Hanma was kicked on the back. That Ghost was fast. It was like he moved past him, like a real ghost, but in truth, the ghost just slid down his legs.

"You're a pretty annoying rat." Hanma spat, starting to feel irritated with just how much this person moved. That mask was staring at him with that smile, it irritated him. That smile that doesn't seem to go away. "I'm gonna swat you down!"

That forever smile in that annoyingly cheery face... how infuriating. With every hit Hanma got, every kick, every time the Ghost dodge his hit, all he can hear was a burst of boastful laughter.

As Hanma and the Ghost exchanged hits, a lot of eyes kept on following, trying to anyway, the Ghost, both eyes of the Valhalla, Toman, and the spectators, with all but one thought...

Whose side is the Ghost on?

If this Ghost is not on Toman's side... then... they'll be wanting this one on their side. And if they want to know more about this Ghost... There's one person to ask... And that person is... Missing from the action.

Thanks to the appearance of the Ghost, most of the people have completely forgotten someone... Kashi has been completely wiped from their memory.

"I will...." The Ghost finally spoke up, making Hanma stop. Something about that voice... seemed familiar. "Get rid of you..."

As the Ghost rushed forward to strike Hanma, a loud scream of a name made them stop, head snapping towards the tower of cars.

There was Mikey, sprawled on the ground, blood painting his face.

"YOU LOST YOUR FOCUS!!" Hanma lunged forward, landing a solid hit on the Ghost's face, making him stumble back, staggering on his steps and taking a knee. "Well, well, are you tired, Ghosty? Wanna take a nap?"

The ghost didn't answer and stood up, his footing still askew. Hanma can guess that from his smaller build, he suffered quite a big damage. But the Ghost, once again, turned to Mikey, ignoring Hanma.

Hanma could see the Ghost's hands trembling, but he didn't know whether it was from his punch or from the anger of seeing Mikey. Whoever this person was... He had a connection to Mikey.

"...Mikey..." The Ghost whispered and completely changed course. But before he could run away, Hanma held into his jacket, throwing him backward with force. The Ghost landed perfectly, without sustaining a single injury. "Don't get in my way!"

"Ohh! Scary! But don't forget, Ghosty, I'm your opponent!" Hanma rushed towards the Ghost, ready to punch. "I swear I'll rip that mask off your face!"

But, unfortunately, Hanma's punch didn't land on the masked opponent, but rather, Draken. "My turn. Thanks for the help..."

".....Mikey..." That was all the Ghost replied with, finally gaining his balance. The two watched as Mikey dropped to his knees after defeating his opponents. He must be suffering from the hits he took to the head.

"Follow me, Men!" One of the Valhalla captains exclaimed. "We're gonna curb stomp Mikey!!"

"MIKEY!" Draken and the Ghost both exclaimed in horror as the two tried to rush through the crowd, Draken punching Hanma off their trail. 'I will... I'll save them... I won't let them die.'

You took a deep breath, looking over to Baji's direction, and saw him already making his way to Kisaki.

Once he gets Kisaki away from the main crowd... You'll take care of him.

And it the blame won't be put in you... but rather... a Ghost that doesn't exist!

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Man I can't wait for the future chapters \(￣︶￣*\))

[...I'm suddenly religous.]