Masamune nodded, smiling softly before taking a couple steps away from Yukimura.
"Just, uh...well, you won't be seeing Akihime for a while." He replied, "Don't worry, I've got that covered~"
“What do you mean I won’t see her for a while? How long is a while?” He peppered Masamune with questions, paired with the appropriate amount of hand waving.
"Well, you're gonna be so busy fighting that you probably won't even remember what she looks like. I know what the smell of blood does to a kakuja. You'll be lucky to remember your own name at the end of the day." Masamune replied.
Yukimura had completely forgotten, how could he have forgotten so easily the black pit his kakuja threw him into. “I’ll fight it.” He said firmly. “I can control myself.”
"Anyone and everyone who thinks they can fight a near perfect kakuja. The dark underbelly of Tokyo is full of desperate idiots wanting to make something of themselves or earn some cash. You're going to make me so much money~ it's the perfect debt relief~" Masamune replied.
“How much do I have to win for you?” Yukimura asked. “I don’t prefer taking dives, but if it works off the debt, I’ll do it.” A fighting ring then? This wouldn’t be something outside of his scope.
Masamune made a show of thinking, "Amaya did cost me a pretty penny.." He said, "And you do owe me for finding Akihime when she was Laurent's fuck toy." His eyes moved over Yukimura before smirking, "Sorry. Poor word choice."
Masamune’s eyes were barely on Yukimura for a second before he clocked Masamune hard across the face with no warning. “Watch how you speak about my wife!” He snapped, kakugan flared and the veins around his eyes angry.
Masamune stumbled backwards, holding his face before glaring hatefully, "You haven't even married the bitch yet." He hissed before he swung hard on Yukimura, catching him in the face as well.