Gomu is currently on the way home after a day of shopping. Enjo wanted her to pick up some very specific materials, such as ammunition, gunpowder, and anything with metal in it. She didn’t really know why, but she had no reason to object. As she was walking back to the base, she heard a voice come from the alley next to her.

“Hey. You.”

Gomu turned, seeing a Woman leaning on the wall in the alley. Her hair was up in a bun, and she wore fairly dark clothing. Mostly grey and black. Gomu could also see small bags on her belt, hidden underneath her jacket. She had a pretty serious look in her eyes.

“Uhh...y-yeah?” Gomu asked, a bit confused.

“...You’re with that new Yakuza Group, right?” The Woman asked. “The one ran by that...hotheaded guy?”

“O-oh! You mean Enjo?” Gomu asked. “Yeah...I work with him!”

“Hmph…” She grumbled, then thought for a second. “My name is Kona Tetsu. I’m with the Kyu Hana Family.”

“Th-the...Kyu Hana Family?” Gomu questioned, confused.

“We’re an all Female Yakuza Family.” Kona said, as she gave Gomu a Business Card. “Look into it...do you really want to be under a Man’s rule?”

As Kona walked away she said, “Tell whatever other Women are in that Family.” and then vanished into the darkness.

Gomu stared in confusion for a few seconds, then nervously walked back to the base. Enjo was cleaning their Guns while the others were mostly messing around. Enjo looks up from the AK-47 he was cleaning, just as Enjo closed and locked the door.

“Took you a while.  You okay?” He asked, setting the gun aside, and putting a bazooka on his lap. “Somebody give you trouble?”

“If so, did you break their teeth like I taught you?” Konchu asked, earning her an elbow to the chest from Enjo. “Zzzzzt~”

“J-just some weird girl with some strange Female-only Yakuza Group asking me if I wanted to join.” Gomu said, setting the stuff she got from the store on a nearby table.

“...Fumetsu.” Enjo said, getting his attention.  “Can.”

Fumetsu picked up a trashcan and tossed it to Enjo, who crushed it in his hands like a Soda Can. He threw it aside and got up, setting the Bazooka on the couch.

“What was their name.” Enjo asked, more like demanded…

“U-um...she said her name was Kona Tetsu…” Gomu said, nervously. “Y-you’re not gonna find her house and break her legs are you?!”

“What?! No! What the hell, no!” Enjo exclaimed. “We don’t do that kind of stuff.”

“O-oh...so...why’d you want her name?” Gomu asked.

“I’m gonna do what every right minded Yakuza does in this situation.” Enjo said, walking to the planning room. “...Wait until it becomes a problem, but prepare for when it does.”

“Umm...isn’t that called procrastination?” Gomu asked, looking at him draw up a plan on those large sheets of office paper.

“Only about half.” Enjo replied.

Fumetsu walks in, with a tiny garden Trowel lodged in his forehead, scaring Gomu so much she yelps a bit.

“Enjo…” Fumetsu said, getting Enjo’s attention. “Kireina’s in cheesecake mode again.”

From the Kitchen, and/or dining area, Gomu hears Kireina scream, “DON’T TOUCH MY GODDAMN CHEESECAKE!!!!!!!!!” and the sound of Juryoku shrieking like a girl.

“...This is gonna be a long day…” Enjo grumbled to himself.