You really saved my life

WARNING: violence

The oppressive stillness was broken by a cold wind from the nearby sea. In the neglected building, the group of suited yakuza stood around, looking surprised.

A man slumped to his knees. With a thud, he dropped his gun, as if it were the final symbol of his defeat.

Almost every eye in the space turned toward the slender figure standing in front of the underground staircase.

Natsuo, still pointing with the pistol he had just fired, had aimed at the criminal leader's head, but his hands trembled too much and the bullet landed on the man's shoulder instead. A second later, Aoi had pulled the trigger as he tried to kill his clan's traitor, but that shot had just grazed the target's right cheek.