### Scene: The Warehouse Confrontation
Mousa, Jun, and Shota arrived at the dimly lit warehouse on the outskirts of the city, the cold night air wrapping around them. The warehouse loomed like a dark monolith against the backdrop of the city lights, a sense of anticipation hung heavily in the air as they took their positions, readying themselves for the confrontation with the gang leaders.
They didn't have to wait long. The sound of footsteps echoed through the quiet, and three figures emerged from the shadows. The there was a man with a deep scar running down the side of his face. He wore gloves with intricate patterns that glowed faintly in the darkness. Beside him was a striking woman with long, flowing red hair and an elegant whip coiled at her side. The final leader, standing confidently in the middle, was a young man with swept-back black hair and a black katana that seemed to shimmer ominously in the dim light.
As the leaders approached, the atmosphere grew tense. Mousa stepped forward, his gaze fixed on the group. "I'm Mousa," he said, his voice firm. "We saw the message you sent. However, we didn't bring Hiroshi or his daughter."
The young man with the black katana spoke first, his voice smooth but carrying an edge. "Good.... We didn't expect you to. In fact, we're quite pleased you didn't."
Mousa questioned calmly. "What do you mean?"
The scarred man added, "Our intention was never to take Hiroshi or his daughter. We're here for you—the bandits."
Mousa's eyes widened in disbelief. "You're here for us?"
The red-haired woman's lips curled into a smirk. "Yes. We've been sent by the Temporal Order to eradicate your little group. They're quite thorough in their methods. Peoplelike you are a threat to their carefully controlled world."
Mousa's expression darkened as he processed the information. "I suspected this would happen. But I didn't want it to be true.
Jun, standing beside Mousa, added, "Mousa we need to act, they're weapons seemed to be from powerful outcasts."
Shota, who had been silently observing, nodded in agreement. The tension in the air was palpable, and he tightened his grip on his weapon, ready for whatever was to come.
The young man with the black katana stepped forward, his katana glowing faintly. "The Temporal Order's decision is final. We've been tasked with your removal, and we won't be leaving until the job is done."
Mousa squared his shoulders, his resolve hardening. "Then we'll be ready. We'll fight to protect ourselves and everyone we care about."
The leaders exchanged glances, their expressions unreadable. "We wouldn't have it any other way," the red-haired woman said with a hint of amusement. "Prepare yourselves."
The gang leaders took their positions, readying themselves for the inevitable confrontation. Mousa, Jun, and Shota prepared for battle, their focus intense as they readied themselves for the fight of their lives.
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Meanwhile, across the city, Toma and Kazuya were leaping from rooftop to rooftop, their movements swift and precise. The city lights below cast an array of colors across their path as they navigated the skyline. Thanks to his training, Kazuya, was able to move with newfound agility, he was able to keep up with Toma's pace who led the way.
As they landed on another rooftop, Toma glanced over at Kazuya. "We need to move quickly."
Toma already explained to Kazuya the details of why the gang leaders would want the bandits.
Kazuya was breathing heavily but was still keeping up. "What's the deal with these gang leaders? Why did they take Hiroshi's restuarant and kidnap his daughter if it's us they're really after?"
Toma's expression grew serious as he explained. "The Temporal Order wants to eliminate all Outcasts. Hiroshi and his daughter were just a distraction since they somehow knew Hiroshi's connection with Mousa. But the real target is us—the bandits. A group known for taking in Outcasts and accepting them as their own."
Kazuya's eyes widened with understanding. "So the Order sees us as a threat because we provide a refuge for people like us?"
"Exactly," Toma confirmed, his tone grim. "We're an obstacle to their control. By targeting us, they're trying to eliminate a significant source of resistance."
Kazuya then asked. "But what about Mousa and Jun, they're not Outcasts. Will they target them to?"
Toma replied. ""Naturally, it's more dangerous for them because they are humans who side with Outcasts. The Temporal Order will treat them the same as how they treat us. Not to mention they also stole some of Temporal Order's special weapons, so it's no doubt they would be in the enemy list of the Temporal Order."
Kazuya gritted his teeth, anger and determination mixing in his eyes. "Mousa and Jun are risking themselves just for our sake! They must of gone through so much and it's because of the Temporal Order! Those bastards!"
Toma nodded in agreement. "We have fight back. We have to. For ourselves and for everyone."
Toma stoped and turned to Kazuya ehile extending his hand.
"Promise me, Kazuya. Promise me that you won't back down and will give your all to fight those maniacs and bring them down, so our people can finally live in peace in this world."
Kazuya had no hesitation. He shook Toma's hand firmly as they nodded at each other and continued on their journey, both resolute and determined to succeed in their mission to save their kind.