Masabi released his grip on Regaku, who stumbled back slightly, rubbing the red marks on his jaw that were slowly beginning to heal. "Thank you for your cooperation," Masabi said, his voice calm but commanding. "Now sit down and don't move."
Regaku, glaring up at Masabi, tried to muster some defiance. "You know, just because I have a childlike face doesn't mean I'm an actual child. I could easily—"
"I said sit down and shut up!" Masabi's voice cut through the air, sharp and authoritative. The intensity of his tone left no room for argument. Regaku hesitated for a moment, caught between anger and the cold realization that Masabi wasn't bluffing. Reluctantly, he lowered himself into a crouch, still glaring but no longer moving.
Masabi reached to his side, pulling out a small, sleek cube. With practiced precision, he removed a piece and inserted it near his ear. "Support, do you hear me?" he spoke into the device, his eyes never leaving Regaku.
