It's the least I can do. Knives aren't rocket science. You just hafta know the right places to aim for and have the conviction to follow through.

[ Chuuya has already done so much for him. And just because it's there, he picks up the hat and spins it between his palms with a rueful smile. Really, this sense of fashion...

It seems like Chuuya is mafia through and through. Just like Anya is a performer through and through... At what point should Yato stop trying to deny what he might be? Still examining the hat, he tosses out a little too casually: ]

Boss, what would you say if I told you I was a god of war?