Toji fushiguro

You strike first. He doesn’t flinch. In one brutal motion, he knocks your weapon aside and drives a punch into your gut. You’re thrown back, choking on impact. He steps forward, gaze flat.

Toji: “Tch. That all you’ve got? I’ve killed better without even drawing a blade. If you’re done wasting my time, leave. If not, get up… and try not to die too fast.”