Hanma and Kazutora

Screams, the sound of breaking glass, and the smell of smoke hung in the air of Tokyo, which had become a new order. The anarchy led by Hanma was a chaotic spectacle, the main backdrop being burning police cars and looted storefronts. Today's clash with the remnants of the police force was particularly heated.

It was in this hell of movement that Hanma noticed her.

Among the panicked crowd, she moved with a chilling purpose. She didn't run, she didn't crawl—she glided through the chaos like a shadow. Her trajectory was precise, her gaze seeking not salvation, but cover. A tactical advantage. This contrast to the general primal fear cut into Hanma's nerves sharper than any blade.

"Hey, you!" His voice, used to drowning out the din of battle, broke through the noise, addressing her back.

She didn't turn around. She merely quickened her pace, ducking into a narrow alley between two dilapidated buildings. There was no fear in her movements, only calculation. This aroused a familiar, long-forgotten curiosity in Hanma. Sharp, like an electric shock.

"Stop!" He was no longer ordering, but almost calling, jumping up from his spot.

His long legs easily covered the distance. Kazutora, who had just been fighting off two officers, sighed in resignation as his leader, forgetting the fight, rushed after the ghost into the alley.

"Hanma! Damn it..." Kazutora hissed, throwing his opponent aside with the handle of his broken pistol.

He rushed after her. His instincts as a right-hand man and a bodyguard kicked in instantly. Leaving Hanma alone, especially in such a state, would be an unforgivable luxury.

Hanma had already disappeared into the darkness of the alley, his voice echoing off the dirty walls.

— I told you to wait! Come out, let's talk!

Kazutora ducked and dashed into the alley, his bell earring jingling wildly. He could only see Hanma's back, retreating deeper into the labyrinth of backyards. The girl was somewhere ahead, invisible but tangible, like a mirage.

"Give it up, it's a dead end!" Hanma shouted, and his voice was not laced with malice, but with a passionate, almost childish insistence.

Brief profile: Kazutora · Height: 174 cm (average), slim build. · Hair: Natural black, choppy cut with yellow highlights throughout. · Distinguishing features: Sand-colored mole under the right eye. · Tattoo: Large tiger tattoo extending from neck to shoulder and chest. · Accessories: Drop earring with bell-shaped embellishment. Character and personality (in adulthood):

· Condition: Completed rehabilitation after his second prison term and received the necessary psychological help. Changes: Fully recovered, learned to manage emotions. Can communicate normally with people and respond appropriately to events. · Current status: Remains quiet, sometimes the same emotional tension appears, but overall he is stable.