Romio heads out to confront the rival gang.
He says: "What business do u have here?"
Rival member: "We will be expanding our territory, move aside."
Romio (with a smile): "Hoshin district only belongs to the crimson talons."
Back into the crimson talons hideout.
The air is heavy, shadows stretching across the walls.
Vamos is awake — even more enraged than he was before.
His teeth grind, his breath ragged. His jaw throbs with pain, and his eyes burn with fury.
Vamos (thinking): Darn uu, I will dismantle and mangle u one by one..
The wooden door creaks. Someone sneaks in, a silhouette cutting through the dark.
He steps closer — familiar.
Vamos squints, memories flashing.
The figure leans down and whispers:
???: "Remember u saved me from them back then."
Vamos: "Wait!? Are u that weakling."
???: "I'm not a weakling now, name's Xoza."
Xoza's hands snap the chains loose. The sound of metal clattering echoes in the silence.
Vamos rises. Rage fuels his body — adrenaline surges like fire, veins throbbing.
His lips curl into a twisted smile.
Vamos (enraged): "Time to dismantle u."
Outside, chaos erupts. The streets shake with the roar of a brawl.
The rival gang — the Knight Serpents — crash forward with overwhelming numbers.
The Crimson Talons are being pushed back.
Fists slam. Shouts echo. The ground feels alive beneath the stomps of dozens of fighters.
Kokoro fights like a maniac, Romio beside him — both struggling to hold the line.
Romio (thinking): No this can't be... We cannot just hand over our territory like this — nooo not yett..
Inside the hideout.
The atmosphere grows suffocating. Vamos, finally free, stands before Mighty Rome.
Beside him — Xoza, his face tense, his stance sharp.
Mighty Rome: "Here to beat me up?? U won't..."
Vamos: "We will see..."
Xoza: "Be careful."
Narration: Mighty Rome has never lost a single fight.
Age: 18
Height: 5'9
Weight: 66kg
His fighting style: Demonic Hands.
A fearsome martial art he created himself, combining Krav Maga, boxing, and Taekwondo into a perfect weapon.
Mighty Rome (gaze fixed on Vamos): "Let's have a fight."
Vamos (laughing like a maniac): "Sure will doo."
The hideout darkens. Rome's aura spreads, swallowing the light, making the walls feel closer.
It's heavy — suffocating.
Vamos' grin falters for a second. His chest tightens. His palms sweat.
For the first time in a long time, doubt coils in his gut.
Vamos (doubt creeping in): I mightt not beat.. him.