Somewhere in Kabukicho, the Ryoshi Family sat in an old Warehouse, their headquarters of choice. Their leader is Hyuzu, a very elderly man who wore a strange suit that had mismatched colours and patterns. His eyes were sunken and appeared fully black. He sat on a chair, across from where the Vice Leader, Dangan was working. He turned to Hyuzu. Dangan had blonde hair and blue eyes, with his pupils being constantly dilated. He smiled casually as he spoke to Hyuzu, 

“Hey, Boss! I think I almost got it!” He said excitedly. “I think it’s close to cracking!”

“Good. Just put a bit more oomph in it, boy.” Hyuzu replied.

“You got it!” Dangan replied cheerfully, before turning back and hitting the main he had tied to a chair!

The punch made the man and the chair topple over, and made a stain of blood on the floor. Dangan tilted his head slightly, rubbing his knuckles. He turned back to Hyuzu.

“Too hard?” He questioned.

“A little less next time. Remember you want ‘em to stay conscious.” Hyuzu replied, looking at the unconscious man in disgust. “When he wakes up, we’ll let Osore take a crack at him.”

Dangan glanced at Osore, who was sitting on a nearby couch, fiddling with one of his claw gloves. Osore has wild red hair, wears slippers, and notably wore a mask resembling the face of an Ogre. He was sitting with Yami, who was meditating while tracing a knife with his fingers. Yami wore a blue hat that cast a shadow over his face, save for a glowing white eye. Just then, the door opened and two other members entered. Hogo and Cutter. Hogo has a medical patch over his nose, which he uses to hide a wound. In a fight a few years back, he lost his nose permanently. Cutter had a scar over his right eye, and the Kanji “剣” tattooed on his forehead. He had slicked back white hair and two katanas resting on his back. Hyuzu stood up, breathing slightly heavier for a moment before approaching them.

“Hogo, Cutter. Report.” He demanded. “The Kaminokaze Family?”

Cutter closed his one good eye and shook his head disappointedly. “They got into a fight with those upstarts. The “Muho Kaji” Family. Apparently they lost.”

“We think they’re planning to form an alliance to fight us.” Hogo added. “Truly useless.”

“Well, they aren’t totally useless.” Commented Yoroi, who approached menacingly.

Yoroi looked like a large blue and yellow robot. One arm, a cannon, and jets protruding from his back. He towered over the three of them.

“They’re all Aura Manipulators, so they aren’t some no-name Yakuza Losers.” Yoroi continued. “Save for one, of course.”

Through a slot in his mouth, Yoroi printed a picture of Gomu. He handed it to Hyuzu, who examined it closely.

“Hmm…it may just be my eyes, boys…” Hyuzu said, raising an eyebrow. “But this looks exactly like the girl that Boss had that big Bounty on.”

This caught the attention of the others, who all turned their attention to him.

“This job just became a lot bigger. All of you get ready. Immediately.” Hyuzu ordered.

“All…of us?” Dangan questioned, sweating a little.

“Get Tenohira.” Hyuzu demanded. “Tell him we have guys to kill.”

Dangan nodded, and went up to a large door. He stopped for a moment, realizing the man had woken up and was groaning in pain.

“Oh! Good timing! Osore, can you get him to talk, please?” Dangan said, as he turned back to the door, which was littered with locks and barricades.

Osore stood up, and walked over to the man. He wasn’t very tall, but he managed to get the chair standing back up straight. The man looked frightened at Osore, who looked him in the eye. Osore grabbed ahold of his mask and slowly lifted it, causing the others to look away. The man’s eyes widened at what he saw, and he began to whimper…then cry…and then scream in terror! He tried to look away, but the visage was so terrifying he couldn’t move an inch!

“OKAY! OKAY, I’LL TALK! I SWEAR!!” The man exclaimed desperately.

Osore put his mask back on and sighed, walking over to the rest of the group. “I know it works…but that still hurts my feelings y’know…”

Dangan finished unlocking the door, and pushed it open using Aura to enhance himself. Inside, a large muscular man with tattoos and wild hair sat. He almost looked asleep, leaning forward with his arms resting on his knees.

“Helloooooo? Mr. Tenohiraaaaa?” Dangan greeted. “You awake, buddy?”

Tenohira didn’t move an inch, but responded nonetheless, “What is it?”

“Oh, we have guys to kill!” Dangan replied, chipperly.

Tenohira lifted his head just slightly. “...How many?”

Dangan turned to Yoroi.

“Including the Muho Kaji Family, and the Executives, that’s 18.” He began. “But including all the Servants, Guards, and the Big Man himself, about 100 or so. But we aren’t allowed to kill the girl.”

Dangan turned to Tenohira. “About 100 people. And one we can’t kill.”

Tenohira looked up, making Dangan flinch. His eyes were purely white, but he could feel the bloodlust beginning to boil… “...How many use Aura?”

“Uhh…18?” Dangan replied.

Tenohira grinned, and stood up, causing Dangan to jump back. He threw his head back and laughed heartily. He walked out of the room as Dangan jumped behind Yoroi, the next tallest one.

“18 of em?!” Tenohira exclaimed, excitedly, as he cracked his knuckles. “It’ll be a bloodbath!”