[CycloneKira]

Feeling relieved at finally reaching a city, Akira looks around with a smile on his face, until it becomes far too obvious that the people around him are not feeling the same way. He frowns at Yusa's question, clearly at a loss as to why they are creating fear in the minds of people. He looks at the amateurs behind them, a look of disapproval on his face.

He watches Yusa get into a fight with one of the men and is about to try to intervene, when another man comes up behind him.

"She's a piece of work, your wife. How much do you think she's worth, a hundred, two hundred pieces?" he says, leering at Yusa in a way that pisses Akira, but Akira keeps his cool.

"Don't talk about her in that way," he says, and the man looks at him.

"What are you going to do about it, runt?" he challenges him. "I can talk about her in any way I like, and do to her, anything I like." Saying so, he starts walking towards Yusa, but Akira doesn't allow it.

Within seconds, the man is lying face down on the ground, and Akira's foot plants his face to the ground. Akira bends down and speaks to him in a low voice.

"A low life like you will never know how to respect women unless someone teaches you," he says, in a dark tone that is uncharacteristic of him. "Do you want me to teach you, or will you back off and behave yourself?"