Brahman fight club.
BOOOOM...BOOOOM...BOOOOM..BOOM
The factory's dormant atmosphere is filling up with the rowdy voices of Japan's working class of cheap cologne, neck tight ties and alcohol stench breathing of the men who make the city light up and get paid pennies and stress for their 9-to-5 labour.
"BEAT HIS ASS!"
"MAKE HIM BLEED-DAMN IT!"
"GIVE ME A SHOT AT HIM!"
The chorus of blood thirsty men in the fighting grounds of Tenzo's illegal business has been amplified by the upgraded entertainment factor of women.
"Come on now boys, let's not ruin the dress, no?" Remi giggles by a table of rowdy men.
The brothel girl wasn't in her lingerie, Tenzo bought her a skimpy ring girl attire he found at a retail store.
Remi's petite frame was hugging the black underwear and matching sports bra, complementing her enticing body for the customers to ogle at her cleavage and rear.
'That cheap bastard couldn't get a better quality bra...' Remi grumbles internally, masking her annoyance with her practiced smile that made men easy to finess.
At the centre of it all was Kiyomasa in a dirty school uniform, straining against his adult body, blood falling down his split bottom lip and a swollen eye.
"...Is that the best you got, old man?" He chuckles through a cough, fist shaking slightly.
Opposite to him is a heavy- set Japanese man wearing a wrinkled collared shirt with no tie, black fitted pants and dusty black shoes.
The man's glasses are foggy from short breath and sweat, despite his pathetic appearance, he is holding his own against Kiyomasa.
"Keep talking kid, it's going to make the ass beating better ~" He smirks. "GET READY!"
The challenger charges at Kiyomasa from the middle of the ring, a blatant right hook intended to connect with the delinquent.
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Off at the corner of the factory, seated on a crate with a row of stacked Yen in front of him is Tenzo Eze.
"Mahito, what are the odds of Kiyomasa winning?" Tenzo voices as his fingers sort through a few bills.
"The numbers predict a Kiyomasa win by 22%. He just came back from a grueling 30-minute brawl with a construction worker. " Mahito answers with a bored expression.
The head of information looks on at the gladiator-like event from his hooded eyes.
"Tenzo, don't you think we've been going too far?" Mahito turns to his Vice-President and business partner.
"Mahito. Kiyomasa and Osani lost their rights to be humans. They will continue to be my slaves until I feel like freeing them." Tenzo clarifies. "Besides, this business relies on them to be punched on while Remi and her beautiful friends continue to entertain our fine guests." Tenzo gestures to the mob of men sitting around the ring on plastic chairs and party tables decorated with cheap alcohol and 2-minute noodles.
"When Senju finds out about this, don't expect me to have your back." Mahito shamelessly confesses.
"Wow, Mahito. You're really going to let me take the fall for all of this?" Tenzo scowls at his shadow.
"Don't get me wrong, Tenzo. I respect you quite a lot but Senju and Hinata are two variables of unrivalled feminine rage that I refuse to challenge. " He whispers under his hood.
"Coward..."
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[Ruthless tycoon badge unlocked]
Objectives:
Unethical business transactions ✔️
Cruelty to employees ✔️
Money laundering ✔️
Hard labour ✔️
Rewards:
100 000 SP
+ 25% control of dark impulses
+10 Intelligence
+10 Influence
Penalties:
Eternal hatred relationship: Kiyomasa and Osani.
+50% Police surveillance.
+50% Threats detected.
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The familiar flash of the azure system screen lighting his eyes made Tenzo let out a deep chuckle.
"Well-f#ck."
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[Akashi gym]
Back at the Akashi gym, Senju is busy with her Friday night classes, strictly for women and children. The cherry blossom-haired Taekwondo prodigy stood in the middle of the boxing ring in her full Dobok(traditional uniform) and black belt holding the gear.
"Tonight is just light sparring, no hard kicks." Senju sternly spoke.
The hazel-eyed Akashi has grown from a rash leader of her meddling gang to a gentle but stern instructor of her Taekwondo gym.
The week-longvelopment of her gang in terms of combat and reputation has given her the inspiration to start a classes for women and young children wanting to learn self defence and a community. She was reluctant to speak about her ambitions with Tenzo but to her suprise, her white-haired boyfriend was fully supportive of her plans and offered to increase funding.
Looking beyond the ring, Senju analyses the new mats in designated sections of the gym, new body wear to maintain safety and two vending machines with refreshments and snacks at affordable prices.
"Where did he get the money?" Senju ponders.
"Senju?" Hinata's soft voice calls out her fellow pink-haired girl.
Hinata Tachibana is a member of the Friday night Taekwondo classes after convincing her parents to let her attend along with her little brother, Naoto.
The said boy is sparring with a black-haired girl around his age with fierce eyes, and the two with white belts are circling each other from the bottom left of the gym.
"Oh? It's nothing Hinata. " Senju dismisses.
"Noato-Kuina! Light sparring, no serious kicks." Senju growls out.
"Sorry, Ms. Akashi. "
"Sorry, Sensei. "
The two brats surrounded her warning.
Hinata giggles behind her Dobok sleeve,
"You're getting good at managing them."
"I have to be strict, Hina. One kick to the head and now I have a parent yelling at my face and a potential lawsuit. " Senju grumbles.
Hinata laughs more, leaning her right shoulder on Senju's back.
"Don't worry, Tenzo would offer a membership discount and free lessons before her parents even utter anything. "
"Yeah, right. That idiot would panic at the mention of police." Senju snorts.
"My dad is an officer. " Hinata reveals.
"Huh!?" Senju rapidly blinks up at her.
"Hinata, you do know we're a gang right?"
"I mean...you guys are more like delinquents, not an actual crime syndicate." Hinata bases.
"Ouch, Hinata."
"Come on, Senju! You guys can't really expect to believe all the shenanigans you all get into are because you're actually trying to be like the Yakuza?" Hinata blurted out.
"Yes, we are."
"Sigh... I really know how to pick 'em." Hinata pouts.
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Shibuya's Red light district.
"Give my pay you brat! " Remi hisses at Tenzo.
The Blonde-haired ring girl threw off her ring attire in exchange for a cheetah print tight mini dress under her pink robe and fuzzy loafers.
"Don't play with me Tenzo. " Remi shoves her manicured finger against his forehead.
"Give me a second, woman!" Tenzo barks out from the floor.
The white-haired delinquent is wearing a tailored suit while counting up the night's earnings.
"Tsk, you had me walking up and down to serve those sweaty losers for 3 whole hours!" She shouts.
Tenzo glances up at her, "You agreed to be working for me remember? You should be grateful I don't have you nursing my two meal tickets after every bout. "
"You're disgusting. " Remi spat out.
"Don't be like that Remi."
"No, don't Remi me brat! " She squats down to be level with him. "I have to lie to my boss just so the girls and I can earn a few extra Yen at your filthy fight club. Pay me for my efforts Tenzo or I'll tell your little girlfriends about your true whereabouts. " Remi smirks with a fierce feline look.
"Are you seriously about to blackmail me, Remi?" Tenzo scowls at the brothel girl.
"Try me, boy and you'll see how fast that little gladiator fest of yours gets shut down. "
"...fine." Tenzo submits to her threat, handing over a whole tower of neatly stacked Yen.
"Good boy ~" Remi giggles.
"I hate you..." Tenzo grumbles softly.
"Mmtwuah" Remi smooches his coco cheek, smearing her cold lipstick on him.
'Don't forget to thank the girls before you leave. " Remi purrs into his ear.
Tenzo rolls his eyes at her suggestion but gives in to it.
'Don't do business with an evil woman. '
"Hehehe-I can hear your complaints. "
"Oh-Kami, can you leave me alone!?" Tenzo snaps at her.
Remi's eyes lost all humour at his tone.
"Don't raise your voice at me–"
Click
Before the two could continue their spat, four men in black suits and wearing shades came in from the restricted area of the brothel.
"Hey! No customers allowed. Did you not read the sign? " Remi squeaks out defensively.
Tenzo teases up at the cold presence in front of them, looking at the men, he noticed their rough skin, subtle scars and relaxed posture not fitting of brothel enthusiasts.
"Remi, get the–"
Click
"Don't even think about moving an inch. " The man closest to them flashes a handgun, the pitch-black steel of the weapon heavily restricted in Japan sent them into a frantic state.
"Tenzo-he has a gun!" Remi screams to the top of her lungs, tears falling down her face as the sight of a pistol made her frantic.
"Hey. If you keep screaming, I'll cut off your tongue. " A member near the door responds.
Remi slams her hands over her mouth, sobbing softly at the threat.
"Now then."
Ca-lick
"Our boss wants to speak to you about your fight club." The suit in front points his gun at Tenzo.
"This can't be my life."
End.