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‘What the hell is going on here?’
Nobuo couldn’t make heads or tails of this situation.
He was a martial artist. More specifically, a lowest-ranked grunt in a tiny gumi located in the remote corner of the Kansai region, Eihana-kai.
While a bottom-of-the-heap grunt in a regular Yakuza organization received barely enough stipends to cover their living expenses every month, organizations in the martial world offered far better compensation to their members.
Then again, such a thing was only possible because a martial art clan’s revenue was in another realm compared to a mere criminal organization.
As such, even the lowest-ranked gopher, like Nobuo, didn't have a lot to complain about. He was quietly confident that climbing up the career ladder by just a little bit would improve his life to the point of never being jealous of other people.
Helping him in his quest were Nobuo's skills. His gumi had already acknowledged him for them. A little more elbow grease, and he'd climb through his gumi's hierarchy in no time at all. And this thought made him optimistic about his life.
...Until this evening, that was. Unfortunately, his situation seemed to be changing way too quickly for his liking!
“Can you tell us what’s going on, sir?”
“Nobuo?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Shut your damn mouth, okay?”
“...Sir.” Nobuo obediently stopped talking.
He was currently sitting inside a bus packed full of his gumi's people. And the interior of this...
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