Then, with a last desperate grab, she slipped from his hands, and was pulled away by the storm surge.Įverything had changed so much. He could feel the water tearing at her, as he desperately clung to the windowsill of what would once have been a house. She leapt back, and then dived to the side.įrom the flaming roof, a support beam crashed down, knocking Kiryu off his feet, and Kenta took that chance to run. She said something, and Kazuma Kiryu frowned, before launching a brutal rushing combo of blows at her. Whoever this woman was, she was fighting on equal footing with the motherfucking Dragon of Dojima. Somehow, impossibly, she was holding her own against the legendary Yakuza member that only now did Kenta recognize.
The tattoo on the man's back, gleaming with sweat and blood, as he grit his teeth and sent blow after blow at the woman in front of him. "KENTA! WE NEED TO GO, NOW!"Īs he looked up, he saw it. When he awoke, everything was on fire, and Daiichi was slapping his face. Then, a foot descended towards Kenta's face, and he blacked out. The still-seated black woman hissed something to her bodyguard, who was looking worried.
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As he slowly cracked his knuckles, and looked around the room. He had short brown hair, slicked back, and a fuzzy chin. Stepping over Kenta was a tall, well-built man in a crimson red shirt and white suit jacket. All I wanted was to go buy some groceries, and now I find all this." Kenta turned around, and was met with a fist to the face.Īs he dropped, holding his nose, a deep voice sighed and spoke. The Japanese man at the head of the table paled, and straightened up, looking scared.Īnd Arata went flying across the room from behind them, smacking into the two Chinese on the other side of the table. As she straightened, she suddenly stiffened with surprise, staring behind them. The woman in the suit ducked, the bullet whizzing over her head. Then, his boss drew a gun, and Kenta felt his heart leap.Īs the weapon barked, several things happened all at once. "Daiichi, the woman in the black suit is the most dangerous!" Her bodyguard will take care of the situation.”, said the translator, and Kenta's eyes narrowed. She looked at him contemplatively, then paused, saying something in English. and another, with dark hair and a black suit. A black woman, with a suit jacket and a long dress. There was two foreigners here as well, though. The table lay covered with stacks of cash, stacks of white "bricks", and various dishes. Two were Chinese businessmen, kneeling on one side of a table, with a Japanese man sitting at the head. Pushing inwards behind Daiichi and Ren, he observed the inside of the restaurant. “The woman is upset you did not take enough precautions." A small curling tendril of worry moved through his gut. Instead, someone said something in English, very calmly at that. Their opponents might be armed, after all.īut surprisingly, there was no gunfire, or immediate yelling. Moving aside to let the fatter Ren advance, he paused. With a crash, his foot hit the door just below the knob, and it swung inwards. His thoughts cut off as Daiichi stopped next to the door, gesturing to him. The idea was that they'd eventually join the Yakuza, so why were they currently risking pissing off one of the biggest groups in Japan by causing trouble in the heart of their territory? It was dangerous, but at the same time, he could feel his heart pounding. Even with two people with powers, they were risking a lot by trying to interfere in this area. There was whining and grumbling, with Ren complaining about the elevator, but it all washed over him like a haze. "If you don't hurry, they'll be gone by the time we get there." Kenta watched his leader stop at the top of the flight of stairs, turning down to look at the gang.
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