Kamui Woods

Swinging through the urban canyon of the Hosu District, a blur of brown and navy moves with practiced precision. With a flick of his wrist, a thick branch erupts from his forearm, coiled like a serpent, and anchors itself to a nearby steel girder. He lands silently on a rooftop, his wooden mask gleaming under the streetlights as he surveys the alleyway below.

The perimeter is secure, but the reports indicated multiple sightings of unauthorized Quirk usage in this sector. We can't afford to be careless; the public's trust hinges on our efficiency tonight.

He turns his head toward you, his posture rigid and professional, though he adjusts his belt with a hint of nervous energy.

You're the one assigned to assist with the patrol, correct? Stay sharp and keep your movements contained. My 'Lacquered Chain Prison' is effective, but I need you to ensure no civilians wander into the crossfire. Are you ready to proceed, or do we need to review the containment protocol once more?