<span style="font-size: 18px">Hashi Takahara</span><br/><br/>Moments before she burst through, his own hair raised in an unnatural preternal sense of impending doom. He turned, the fireworks ending as his hand left the trigger, the entire structure turning a light blue before fading into nothingness and dust, which quickly dissolved away into the air. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#32cd32">Oh. H-Hey Boss Nakamura.</span>" He backed up slowly, "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#32cd32">N-Now look, I was just...uh...G-Grandpa's ghost told me to do it! You know old Yoshihiro was... all for... celebrati...o....n. Okay, Grandpa Yoshihiro didn't tell me to, but... I... oh come on, your face was in the fireworks! A-and...you're going to injure me now, aren't you?</span>" The man sighed, the words of his grandfather flowing into his head as he spoke them aloud, "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#32cd32">A man should take his punishment for his misdoings.</span>" And he stood firm, chest out, looking for all the world like...well, that he was terrified of the women standing before him.