The Princes of Ravenwood
Because without warning, Ryōta was on the ground, and standing over him carrying a sheathed katana was Yūri.
Holy Fuck! Maybe those Yakuza stories she tells Forrest aren’t just tall tales. “RYOTA, YOU WILL NOT LAY A FINGER ON THESE BOYS!” she shouted like a little avenging angel as she glared down at her son-in-law. Everyone was frozen in place. All our eyes were on the scene before us. Yūri slowly unsheathed her katana, the afternoon sun reflecting off the steel.