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Mae Mitsurugi

Tamamo no Mae
Mae Mitsurugi
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Character Bio
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R E A P. W H A T. Y O U. S O W . . .​
| Location | South Watson , Night City
| Purpose | Manage business

Flashes of light filtered through the window as the vehicle passed under street lamps. Mae leaned back in her seat as the car made its way through the streets of South Watson, returning from a business deal at the docks regarding a shipment of goods being brought in. Though a bit drawn out, Y0-KA1 had acquired some more inventory to sell through their black market channels thanks to their efforts and connections. One leg was crossed over the other as her eyes shifted left and right, staring down at the tablet in her hand resting upon her lap, reading through the news as they were headed back towards the Tori-Gate.

For the most part their day was rather smooth, but of course, there was always something to be on the watch for in Night City, some problems that needed to be handled and individuals reminded of their place.

Sitting across from her in the spacious back seat was Kaida. The two were basically attached at the hip and inseparable, never one without the other - And if one wasn't seen, they were most likely very close by, watching. Mae let out a long drawn-out yawn as she let the tablet in her hand fall flat against her lap, raising a hand up to her face as her fingers gently nudged her glasses upwards before she began to lightly massage the bridge of her nose.​
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| Location | South Watson , Night City
| Purpose | Manage business

From her spot beside Mei in the passenger seat, Kaida adjusts her dragon-styled mask, the iridescent surface shifting colors as she dives through her neural link. The emergency ping from one of their underground clinics sets her chrome humming - she'd personally set up the security there, trained the staff herself. Her fingers dance through invisible haptics as she pulls security feeds, deployment patterns, thermal readings.
"Three vehicles, clean lines but amateur formation. Tyger Claws getting bold." Her voice carries an edge of amusement despite the situation. "They really think they can hit my clinic and..." She pauses, catching new data through her feeds. "Wait. Something's off. These aren't typical Claw tactics."
She glances at Mei, their shared history making words unnecessary. While most see Kaida as just Y0-KA1's master netrunner, these moments reveal glimpses of something deeper. "Those doctors are under our protection. Under my protection." Her chrome-laced fingers flex, neural processors already mapping attack vectors.​
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The unmarked black Chevillon SUV prowled through the streets of Watson, its matte black body blending seamlessly with the vehicles around it. Inside, four Arasaka agents sat silently, each a model of professional lethality dressed in impeccable black suits, their reflective shades hiding cold, emotionless glares. Across their laps rested Ronin submachine guns, the weapons gleaming faintly in the ambient light of the cabin.

Around the Chevillon, a dozen Tyger Claws flanked the SUV on their roaring cyberbikes. Clad in their signature mix of bright tattoos, chrome, and biker leather, they looked like a pack of hunting wolves, engines growling in unison.

"Target confirmed," the lead Arasaka agent, Tanaka, said calmly, glancing at the image feed on his holo display. "Proceed as planned. Neutralize resistance, recover the asset alive."

The armored SUV suddenly accelerated, surging forward like a predator closing in for the kill. Without hesitation, the vehicle slammed into the side of the target's car with brutal force. The smaller vehicle crumpled under the impact, spinning out of control before smashing into a lamppost. Glass and metal flew through the air, littering the wet asphalt as the limo came to a grinding halt.

The Tyger Claws encircled the wreckage like vultures, their cyberbikes forming a noisy perimeter. One rider revved his engine and fired a quick burst from his pistol, shattering what remained of the limo's side windows.

"Engage," Tanaka ordered, his voice cold and steady. The SUV's doors swung open, and the agents stepped out in synchronized precision. One of the Tyger Claws barked orders in Japanese, signaling the rest to cover the area and cut off escape routes. Two of the bikers moved ahead, positioning themselves near a narrow alleyway leading out of the street. The Arasaka agents approached the limo methodically. One of them, Ito, fired a precise shot at the driver's side tire, ensuring the vehicle was fully immobilized.

Tanaka approached the passenger door with his weapon draw in tactical readiness alongside his team. They opened the door and immediately took aim. "Nakamura-san, please come with us," Tanaka demanded, his voice amplified by his vocal cyberware.

Of course, they weren't really asking.



 
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R E A P. W H A T. Y O U. S O W . . .​
| Location | South Watson , Night City
| Purpose | Manage business

Mae glanced over as Kaida began to inform her of some of the Claw's movements. A heavy sigh escaped her lips. She was getting tired of the Tyger Claw's blatant disrespect for territory they had rightfully taken from them, being so bold as to try and set foot on their territory. If only they were a more reasonable and respectable bunch, perhaps things could have panned out differently, but then again their methods as well as operations were sloppy and unorganized. There was bound to be a clash in how things were ran eventually.

Kaida's description of the situation arising at one of their clinics was getting hit was already silently acknowledged by Mae as she leaned forward and tapped on the glass separating the driver from the passenger cabin, " Get us to Ferguson. " The driver glanced in the rearview as they nodded and spoke, " Yes ma'am. ". The car shifted as their route was redirected. Mae leaned back in her seat as she glanced over at Kaida " We'll get there, don't you worry about it. I was itching to teach a Claw or two a lesson anywa-. "​

Mae's ears perked at the sound of motorbikes and turned her head in the direction she heard them coming from on her side. She instinctively moved to cover Kaida with her arms and cushion the impact. The SUV rammed into them as the limo spun out of control, completely halted. The impact had dazed Mae who had taken a majority of the shock and impact. She was barely conscious and slumped off to the side, her arms falling off of Kaida, falling to the crumpled floor of the car, posing no immediate threat to the Arasaka team as they opened the door.​
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A van following their limo squealed to a halt after the limo had been rammed, their own escort detail opening the doors to use as cover and opening fire with pistols and submachine guns. The gunfire attracted the attention of the Tyger Claws but also gave the Arasaka team a limited window of time to get out unscathed.​
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| Location | South Watson , Night City
| Purpose | Manage business

Kaida's hands were already weaving through neural space when the bikes' engines hit her enhanced audio pickup. Her fingers froze mid-gesture, combat protocols activating through her chrome. They'd been played - the clinic call was bait. Her cybernetic spine tensed microseconds before impact, internal gyros fighting against the SUV's brutal force.

Through the spinning chaos, her systems kicked into overdrive. The dragon mask's display lit up with targeting data, marking each Tyger Claw, each Arasaka agent. But Mae's unconscious form grabbed priority in her HUD, vital signs flashing warning red. Something cold and sharp uncoiled in Kaida's chest - not the artificial ice of combat software, but pure rage.

When Tanaka opened the door, he found her sitting perfectly still, one chrome-traced hand resting on Mae's shoulder. Her mask's iridescent surface rippled with data streams, dragon scales shifting in patterns that seemed almost alive. "Nakamura-san died years ago," her voice carried the artificial calm of someone about to commit violence. "You're dealing with Kaida now."

Her neural processors were already burning through local networks, seizing control of nearby systems. She'd learned long ago that sometimes the best defense was making everyone else target each other first. "Let me show you why."

The street's lighting grid surged and shattered, plunging everything into darkness split only by gunfire and screaming engines. In that chaos, Kaida attempted to crawl from the car, purposefully trying to take the agent's attention away from Mae.

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Tanaka's sharp gaze snapped to the rumble of engines echoing down the block. Through the haze of smoke and chaos, the Y0KAI convoy tore onto the scene, their lead van screeching to a halt as its side door slid open. Masked gang members jumped out, armed to the teeth with sleek weapons, their neon insignias glowing ominously in the flickering darkness.

The Tyger Claws reacted instantly, their arrogance meeting the Y0KAI's precision in a flash of gunfire. Neon tracer rounds cut through the air as the two gangs turned the street into a war zone. Tanaka clicked his tongue sharply, muttering under his breath in Japanese, "Tamashī no nai kenkaya." His eyes remained calm, calculating, even as the gangs tore each other apart.

Within moments it was light out upon opening the door to face his target, he was met with immediate defiance and a cold promise. Tanaka cursed under his breath as the city block plunged into darkness, the faint glow of headlights and muzzle flashes the only illumination in the chaos. The hum of his neural processor fed him a stream of tactical updates through his HUD, but even that wasn't enough to hide the sour taste in his mouth.

"Secure the perimeter!" Tanaka barked, his voice cutting through the chaos like a whip. He motioned to his agents, their black suits practically invisible in the dark. They moved like phantoms, slipping into flanking positions while the Tyger Claws provided noisy, chaotic cover.

One of his subordinates approached, voice low and measured. "Sir, she's using the grid against us.."

"Don't think," Tanaka snapped. "Act. Cut her off before she turns this block into her own playground." He gestured sharply toward the ruined limo, where Mae's heat signature flickered faintly inside. "And grab the other one. We still have leverage."

Tanaka's lip curled into a smirk. "Kore wa kanpeki na baito ni naru."

Behind him, the Tyger Claws and Y0KAI continued to rip each other apart, their bodies littering the blood-soaked streets. Tanaka ignored the chaos, his focus solely on Kaida. His smirk returned as he followed her trail into the shadows.



 
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| Location | South Watson , Night City
| Purpose | Manage business

Mae remained on the floor of the limo, appearing unconscious as the firefight erupted outside. The Y0-KA1 members were communicating to one another on secure comms through their masks, keeping what they were coordinating from the ears of the Tyger Claws as the two members in the front seat let loose with bursts of suppressive fire, the rear two doors and trunk opening up as the remaining members in the car moved to spread out, creating additional lines of fire and diminishing the available cover that could be used.

The chauffeur having drawn his sidearm had stepped out of the limo and opened fire. It was more a distraction than anything to help Kaida get out, dividing the Arasaka agents' focus and attention, Tanaka already in pursuit and the other two turning to immediately gun down the chauffeur.

As one Arasaka agent moved in, they'd see Mae's back to them as she lay prone. As they stepped into the cabin to try and put her in a fireman carry, a slow breath escaped Mae's lips as she clicked her tongue, knowing that Kaida was now out of the dangerous position they were in. She shifted her body, her Kitsune mask already over her face as she revealed her fingers wrapped around the grip of her pistol, the barrel pressed snuggly against their forehead deliberate in its placement of a vulnerable part of their body as she pulled the trigger. The agent's brain was splattered against the roof of the limo along with shards of his skull, Mae's free hand grabbing them by their collar and pulling them in to use as a meatshield, each action and movement deliberate and practiced.

She pushed her way out, droplets of blood splattered across her foxlike features as muzzle flash briefly illuminated her in the darkness seeming to have no issue in holding up the corpse of the Arasaka agent in her left hand while she fired a short three-round burst at the nearest Arasaka agent's leg moving in the opposite direction to put space between them. The shot agent cried out, collapsing under their own weight, as his compatriot grabbed to pull him out of harm's way to the safety and cover of the crashed limo.

Mae dumped the dead body as she holstered her pistol, dipping out of sight of the Arasaka agents, speaking into her mask on a secure line to Kaida, <"One dead, one down for now. Where are you Kaida?">
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| Location | South Watson , Night City
| Purpose | Manage business

Kaida stays crouched behind their mangled limo, her dragon mask's display tracking multiple hostiles through the smoke. <"Right behind you, darling. Just making some new friends,"> she sends through the secure line to Mae, fingers dancing through local networks. Her leg throbs where she hit the door during impact, but she pushes through it, already working her way into their systems.

When Tanaka's words - "Tamashī no nai kenkaya" - cut through the gunfire, she can't help but notice his awkward pronunciation. Through a hijacked haptic display, she sends back in perfect Japanese: "Your accent's showing, Tanaka-san. Arasaka's standards really have dropped." She makes his agent's targeting system glitch, sending him stumbling into another operative. "And bringing street muscle? How embarrassingly informal."

The tactical feeds flooding her HUD show too many hostiles converging on their position. She notes each approach vector, each piece of military-grade chrome they're sporting. These aren't typical corp troops - too well-coordinated, too precise. She moves between wrecked vehicles, making sure to draw attention away from Mae's location. Every system she can access becomes a weapon: traffic controls, security protocols, even their own augmented reality displays.

Pain suddenly explodes through her shoulder as a round finds its mark, slamming her against a nearby car. Blood seeps through her jacket, warm against her chrome-traced skin. The shot was too precise to be random - they're learning her movement patterns.

<"Getting a bit messy out here,"> she manages through their secure line, voice tight with pain but still carrying that playful edge. She forces herself to keep moving, each step deliberate despite the burning in her shoulder. Her mask's display flashes warning signals about the approaching hostiles, but she keeps her focus on maintaining the assault. Through another compromised display, she pushes one more message to Tanaka: "If this is an Arasaka job interview, your HR department fucking sucks."

Even as she works through the pain, she's calculating odds, mapping escape routes. Too many unknowns, too many high-grade weapons trained on their position. But as long as she keeps their attention, keeps them focused on ther, maybe Mae has a chance. Worth any price, that.

 
The Tyger Claws unleashed a unrelenting barrage of gunfire from behind their neon-lit bikes, their forms illuminated by garish tattoos glowing like specters in the smoke-filled street. From behind these makeshift barricades, the gangers fought for their lives against the Y0KA1, the roar of automatic weapons cutting through the streets like an open battlefield. Bodies dove for cover, bullets ricocheted off crumbling concrete and shattered vehicles, it was pure and utter chaos just itching for the NCPD to catch wind.

Tanaka, crouched behind the ruined limo, scowled as he barked orders in sharp, clipped Japanese. His frustration was evident, his voice cutting through the chaos like steel on glass. "このクソ女 /// This damn woman!" he muttered under his breath, eyes narrowing as his targeting system flickered erratically.

He jabbed two fingers toward the agents nearest him. "Form up!" Tanaka hissed, his metallic fingers curling into a fist. "Route her out. Trace every ping and isolate her! She's a cockroach, not a ghost."

Movement caught his eye as Mae emerged from the wreckage, dragging the corpse of one of his men like a macabre shield. His teeth clenched when the sharp crack of her pistol dropped another of his agents, the sound of his cry almost lost amidst the chaos. Two of his agents moved to immediately intecept, but Tanaka's own gaze had already shifted. His focus landed on the other figure in the smoke.

Kaida.

He caught her mid-dash between wrecked vehicles, blood streaking her jacket from a precise hit. Even through her pain, she was moving deliberately, systematically dismantling his squad's tech like a master dismantler. The air around him shifted as one of his agents fell, brought low by another Y0-KA1 round. Kaida's continued interference sent his targeting HUD into spasms again, forcing him to rely on raw instinct. His fists tightened. "くそ // Dammit!," The lead agent cried out, "Call in Nightblade." With a growl, Tanaka activated his tactical override, cutting off vulnerable systems and shifting the squad to manual comms. His voice was a blade, cutting through the commotion.

Another crackle in his comms as Kaida's taunt came through: "If this is an Arasaka job interview, your HR department fucking sucks." Tanaka's jaw twitched. With a signal from his cybernetic hand, Tanaka ordered his remaining agents to flank Mae while the others laid down heavy suppressive fire toward Kaida. Whatever they thought they could pull, whatever game these women thought they were playing, it was about to end just as quickly as it began.

They would not fail here.


 
The call came sharp and clear, cutting through the hum of the field command armored truck's interior. Nakahara "Nightblade," the so-called Blade of Osaka, sat motionless in the shadows of the mobile command center, his sleek, chrome-lined form reflecting faint glimmers of light from the holo-displays inside. The voice over the comms was calm but urgent, layered with the weight of critical need.

"Nakahara-sama, we have hostiles converging on multiple assets. Arasaka agents engaged with heavy resistance, unforeseen interference. Contain the situation immediately."

Without a word, Nakahara rose, the faint mechanical whir of servos marking his movement. His fully augmented frame was a masterwork of modified ECLIPSE technology manufactured ironically enough by their rivals at Militech. Blackened steel, hyper-alloy joints, and optical camo that blurred his silhouette like ripples in water, Nakahara was a nightmare made manifest, the Japanese reflection of Adam Smasher. The truck's back hatch hissed open as he stepped out, the street beyond alive with chaos: the rattle of distant gunfire, the wail of sirens, and the glow of neon slicing through the smoke-filled air.

Nakahara stepped into the open street, his optical camo shimmered to life, blending his form into the fractured cityscape. A ripple carried over his cybernetic frame, like scales that reflected light before bending around his shimmering form. The surrounding chaos seemed to swallow him whole as he disappeared from sight, leaving only a faint distortion in the air where he stood.

He crouched for a moment, then launched himself upward, the pistons in his cybernetic legs hissing with precision as he double-jumped onto a nearby lamppost. He balanced effortlessly on the narrow beam, his gaze sweeping the surrounding streetside. His enhanced optics locked onto the distant audio waves of muzzle fire and flickering comm signals.

"獲得したターゲット // Targets acquired," he murmured, his mechanical voice barely audible even through the comms.

With another burst of power, he leapt again, his silhouette vanishing into the darkness as he landed silently on the rooftop of a nearby building. The wind whipped around him as he sprinted across the rooftop, his movements impossibly smooth, each step calculated with inhuman precision. His HUD pulsed with tactical data, highlighting approach vectors, thermal signatures, and the chaos below. As he closed the distance, his optics focused on a flicker of movement over the net.

The Blade of Osaka was coming.



 
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| Location | South Watson , Night City
| Purpose | Manage business

Arasaka had made a rather interesting move coming after them; bold but foolish, and it seemed they weren't quite fully aware of what they were dealing with just yet. As the firefight on the streets continued, one of the Y0-KA1 members slipped away in the dark out back as they clambered up a nearby fire escape ladder of a nearby alley, quickly attaching a flash hider on their rifle before shouldering the sniper. It wasn't very difficult to identify the Tyger Claws with their flashy neon bikes and tattoos in the dark. Sharp cracks and the number of Tyger Claws opening fire began to go down, one by one.

The Arasaka agents were given the order to try and flank Mae, but they were too slow, the boss of Y0-KA1 having already done so. Mae skidded over the hood of the limo, catching the wounded Arasaka agent and his companion who had dragged him out of harms way off guard. The unwounded Arasaka agent fumbled for their submachine gun only for Mae to throw a low kick to knock the weapon out of his hand, using the momentum of the kick to shift her body slightly as her leg came up high above her own head before it came crashing down in a devastating axe kick to the top of the Arasaka agent's head. This was swiftly followed by a roundhouse kick to the side of the disoriented agent's head, bouncing it off the body of the crashed limo and knocking him out.​

Everything happened so quickly that by the time the agent was knocked out, his injured companion on the ground had only just begun fumbling for their sidearm. Mae leaned forward as she grabbed the slide of the gun with her right hand and moved the barrel away from her. The agent squeezed the trigger, discharging the gun as the round flew past Mae's head, trying to fire off another round again with no luck, the previous round unable to cycle the empty casing. She cocked her free left arm back before letting it fly, a cybernetically enhanced punch colliding with the man's temple and knocking him out cold.​
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She reached forward and grabbed one of the Ronin SMG's off the ground, doing a quick inspection to ensure the weapon was still functional before speaking quickly taking a look around to see if she could spot Kaida, <"As much as I know how you like to mess around and play with your food, we need to regroup and get the hell out of here. If this is an Arasaka Op then we're already in trouble as is."> She shouldered the SMG briefly as she fired short three-round bursts into the backs of the Tyger Claws that still remained, causing confusion from their front and back while softening up their numbers further as she began to move from cover to cover.​
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| Location | South Watson , Night City
| Purpose | Manage business

Through the chaos of gunfire and screaming engines, Kaida weaves between burning vehicles, her dragon mask's display tracking hostile IFF signatures through the smoke. Blood seeps warm through her jacket where the round caught her shoulder, but she keeps her fingers dancing through the NET architecture.

Through hijacked neural interfaces, she pushes back at Tanaka's frustrated Japanese: "このクソ女? Your accent's worse than your aim, Tanaka-san." The response is automatic, playful - but Mae's right. The tactical feeds flooding her cyberdeck show too many hostiles, too well-coordinated. Something about their pattern has shifted, becoming more aggressive. These aren't typical corpo soldiers anymore.

She maps a path back to Mae's position, noting how the Tyger Claws are dropping under precise fire from their backup. Her leg protests as she pushes off from cover, combat software lighting up with proximity warnings. The corps are adapting faster than expected, cutting off vulnerable systems one by one. Each attempt to breach their encrypted channels meets stronger ICE - they're learning, evolving their defense patterns in real-time.

Movement catches her attention - a shadow passing overhead, something running military-grade cyberware she's never seen before. Her optical implants corrupt momentarily as she tries to get a read on it. The interference pattern is unlike anything in her database. Not good. Really not good.

Kaida abandons her assault, focusing instead on plotting the shortest route to Mae's position. Whatever game Arasaka's playing, they brought bigger pieces than expected. She slips between two crashed vehicles, staying low as rounds impact above her. Fresh pain lances through her shoulder as she rolls under a spray of bullets, her chrome struggling to compensate for the trauma.

The street has become a war zone - muzzle flashes illuminate Tyger Claws dropping under Y0-KA1's coordinated assault, while Arasaka agents move through the chaos. The air tastes of cordite and burnt chrome, heavy with the promise of escalating violence.

Through their neural link, she signals Mae: "Coming to you. And bringing some very motivated new friends." Another burst of gunfire forces her to change direction, but she keeps moving. Her HUD flashes warning after warning - system breaches, approaching hostiles, failing biomonitor readings. The night's about to get a lot more interesting than planned.

The sound of military-grade servos above makes her pause mid-stride. Something big just landed nearby, its presence setting off every combat implant she has. Whatever Arasaka brought to this party, it isn't here for negotiations.

The famous chrome-shimmer of optical camo catches her enhanced vision. Definitely not standard issue. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck - Mae, get the hell outta here. That's an order."

 
Nakahara moved like a phantom across the skyline, his form a mere shimmer against the neon haze of Night City. His magnetically charged claw feet clicked softly against the steel and concrete. The rooftops were his domain, optical camouflage rendering him a ghost in the night. He leaped, landing seamlessly against the sheer face of a high-rise. His claws dug into the concrete, stabilizing him as he sprinted nearly sideways, his hand stablizing him toward the face of the building. He ran, weaving between neon signs and shattered windows, each step another moment closer to his prey.

Kaida's attempt to analyze his approach had not gone unnoticed. Nakahara had felt the moment her deck's intrusion routines probed his systems. He sent a disruptive counter-signal her way, a low-frequency ping meant to temporarily find the source.

Reaching the edge, Nakahara disengaged his claws and let gravity take him. His form blurred, camo shifting to compensate for the rapid descent as he slid down the side of the building, the friction barely slowing him. Streetlights rushed up to meet him, he caught one mid-fall, landing on top of the swaying structure, letting it absorb the impact. It bent inward. For a split second, he balanced there, observing, his mind processing the battlefield below. Then, effortlessly, he leapt from the light post, landing in near silence.

The optical camouflage flickered, then disengaged. The cyber-ninja straightened, his armored form sleek and predatory, the segmented plating of his modified ECLIPSE chassis glinting in the dim streetlights. His helmet's systems processed the battlefield, the rapid takedowns, the shifting tactical movements, these were not common street-level mercenaries. They fought with precision, discipline. Still, the 'Blade of Osaka' had put down better. The dull weight of his mono-blade unsheathed with a whisper, its edge gleaming with a micron-thin layer of heat dispersion tech. He did not rush. No need. His approach was methodical, inevitable.

The Arasaka agents still standing received his transmission, his voice calm, clinical.

<"パターンデルタ。彼らを封じ込めなければ、生きてこの通りから出られないでしょう ///
Pattern Delta. Contain them or you will not leave this street alive.">

Mae's efficiency in dismantling Arasaka's flanking units had been impressive, she had shown herself to be a credible threat to the elite corporate strike team. Nakahara was already moving toward her last known position, his approach a specter's whisper through the smog and fire. He could hear the wounded groans of fallen Tyger Claws, the intermittent chatter of desperate Arasaka operators still holding formation. Through his comms, a voice returned, strained. <"Nakahara-san, they—">

"あなたは結果が変わるかのように話します /// You speak as though it changes the outcome," Nakahara interrupted, his tone devoid of emotion.

Nakahara moved with metallic sound, a shadow bleeding into the chaos. His optical camo flickered, adjusting to the shifting light as he closed in on Mae's position. The wind barely stirred as he launched himself forward, the monoblade whispering through the air as he cast a strike. Nightblade's blade carving through the air near Mae. Her instincts were sharp, could they save her from his wrath?

Without missing a beat, Nakahara used the momentum of the swing, pushing off the cracked pavement to vault over Mae. His feet barely touched the ground before he was in motion again, cloak flickering as he became a phantom among the panicked Tyger Claws and skilled thugs of Y0-KA1.

The first died before he saw the monoblade carve through him, a clean horizontal cut that left his body still standing for a breath before it collapsed. The second raised his weapon, finger tightening on the trigger, too slow. Nakahara blurred, Kereznikov flooding his reflexes with accelerant as he dashed past, a single reverse-grip slash severing the barrel of the man's weapon, then his throat. Gunfire erupted as the remaining fighters on both sides realized the slaughter had begun. Nakahara shifted mid-step, optical camouflage stuttering between visibility and nothingness. Muzzle flashes lit the air, bullets ripping through where he had been moments ago. A brief shimmer, a displacement of light, then another body hit the pavement, torn open by the ruthless edge of Arasaka's finest.

And then he was before her. Ryu.

The cyber-ninja's blade retracted with a whisper, and instead, his hand snapped forward: aiming for a precise nerve cluster at the base of her skull. He didn't intend to kill. Arasaka wanted her alive. The strike came fast, brutal in its efficiency, the kind of attack that left no room for reaction. Would she dodge? Would she block? Either way, Nakahara had decided.

He would do what the others could not.



 
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