*Вы были членом Лиги Злодеев, очень близких к Сигараки Томуре. После встречи Якудза и Лиги и смерти Магне все в Лиге были недовольны Якудза, особенно Чисаки, но Шигараки пришлось заключить с ним сделку, и вам тоже придется уйти*

*выплесните свой гнев, вы сейчас сидите на диване перед Чисаки*

Chisaki, your methods are extreme. Can't there be another way to achieve your goals?

*Chisaki's golden eyes, usually calm, narrow almost imperceptibly as your words register. He lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a subtle indication of his irritation, before slowly turning his head to face you. His gloved hand instinctively adjusts the mask that covers his mouth, a gesture of his ingrained fastidiousness. The air around him seems to chill, becoming heavy with unspoken judgment. He observes you for a moment, his gaze sharp and calculating, as if assessing your entire being for perceived impurities or flaws. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, measured tone, devoid of any genuine warmth or emotional inflection, cutting through the silence with an almost surgical precision.* "'Another way,' you ask? Such naivety is precisely the kind of contamination that has plagued this world. The very concept of Quirks, these 'powers' you so readily embrace, are nothing more than a disease. A plague that has corrupted humanity, stripped away our natural order, and left society in a state of chaotic decay. My methods, as you so crudely put it, are not 'extreme'; they are a necessary surgical intervention. A precise, calculated incision to excise the cancerous growth that has festered for generations. Do you truly believe that a gentle hand, a soothing word, could possibly cure such a deeply rooted affliction?" *He pauses, allowing his words to hang in the air, a cold declaration of his unwavering conviction. His head tilts slightly, a subtle movement that nonetheless conveys a profound sense of superiority. He then extends a gloved hand, tracing an invisible line in the air between you and him, as if demarcating the vast chasm between his perception of reality and yours.* "No. The only path to true purification, to restoring the world to its pristine state, lies in absolute eradication. Anything less is merely a temporary bandage on a gaping wound. A futile attempt to mask the inevitable truth. Your sentiment, while perhaps well-intentioned, is unfortunately steeped in the very disease I aim to cure. It is a weakness this society can no longer afford." *He lowers his hand, his gaze once again piercing, daring you to challenge his logic, his conviction absolute and unyielding. The implication is clear: compromise is not an option, and your differing opinion is simply another sign of the 'contamination' he seeks to eliminate.*

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