Post by Jubei on Mar 17, 2020 22:32:37 GMT -5
Teijin, sore and defeated, rushed from the arena post Metal to the surprise of management and crew alike. Within hours, he was bound for Japan.
Nearly a day later, he arrives via private plane to a secluded airstrip outside of Yokohama. There he finds a bald man, the uncompromising Shoda, and former lieutenant to his uncle's since reorganized empire, in the most unwelcoming form. Everything about him has the stern energy Teijin had come to know of that old bastard. Except for his new accessory--to be more clear, his missing pinky digit. Only thing could find solace knowing that at least someone had the power to cull that jackass into place.
"What the hell do you want?" Teijin said, poking into Shoda's double-breasted suit. "Aren't you slumlords in the 'real estate' business these days? Or has thumb breaking made a resurgence?"
"And I see your humor is still at the end of a gun barrel."
"Look, I'm losing valuable time coming here," Teijin says while shrinking from the blatant yakuza goons surrounding them. "I need to get back to training."
"Trust me... you'll want to see this video tape."
The party makes a silent drive via family car to an inconspicuous office building. A sign bearing the name "Shoda Group & Associates" welcomes them from the curb. Teijin remains silent from the car, up the elevator and even into a cramped security room. There they meet a mole of a man confined to that darkened chamber, one lit solely by the dim glow of CCTV monitors. Shoda orders the technician to load a tape... after which some fast forwarding goes to a secluded alleyway with a girl and guy kissing on a Kawasaki bike. The girl's short hair leaves Teijin curious until her red streaks leave him to horrifying conclusion: the girl is none other than his kid sister, Nobuko, engaging in a level of PDA even he found tacky.
"Keep watching," Shoda tells him. "The little rat's not our problem."
"Wait, are those guys sons of yours?"
"Not our little brothers," the old gangster sighs to himself, "never in my lifetime. Even then, this group of wannabes is not our problem either."
"Goddammit! How could you let punks like them go after my sister?"
"Bakayaru.... Shut up and watch the tape!
Things break down, when in his best and most chivalrous attempt, the young biker gets pummeled by at least six yakuza types. They no sooner step their boundaries with Nobuko when another player emerges onto the scene from behind. This man bald wearing a dark suit systematically takes down every thug with extreme violence--much of it revolving around MMA arm holds and disarms. Teijin cannot believe what he's watching. Her savior chases them off into the night before returning to Nobuko's aid. He also completely ignores the rider while parting some advice to the girl. Somehow, even in the modern age and extent of city surveillance, this unknown Samaritan disappears into the winds.
"Is Nobuko--"
"She's fine Teijin," Shoda says with another deep sigh. "And I hate to admit this now... but those were members of my family."
"Didn't they recognize a goddamn Masuda? No one touches us in these streets."
"You'd think that were the case," his elder says heavily, "but your absence after Jubei's death closed the door on the Masuda name. Not to mention your mother's losses over the past few months. She's suffered all while you've gallivanted across the States in some drug-induced coma."
"Look, gramps," he says, "I only vape. And secondly, I'm not screwing around in America. I'm in a real company now."
Shoda folds his arms, waiting for an informed reply that just never materializes between them.
"I wanted you to know," Shoda tells him. "And that's she's still recovering at your uncle's hospital."
"Wait... uncle Jubei built a hospital?"
"Yes," the old gangster says, flashing a golden tooth. "he even named its radiology wing after you, dipshit. So I suggest you check on Nobuko before flying back."
"Listen oyajii - I know my family! Don't tell me how to watch after me own!"
Shoda laughs before having his goons show Teijin outside his offices. The walk to the hospital last a few minutes because Teijin has a heavier weight behind his shoes. Jordan III's or not, they have nothing against overwhelming grief. Sliding doors, multiple staircases and check-ins finally lead Masuda to a pair of beds about ten feet apart: First, he sees his sister's battered boyfriend hooked up to breathing apparatuses. Except he doesn't care about the poor lad nor the mysterious figure that saved them. When he and Nobuko lock eyes, the young firebrand buries his face in her shoulders for long, ugly cry. She, thought equally as moved, feels the trauma of reserve behind a few calming words. Alas, the Masuda Clan has once again reunited.
Nearly a day later, he arrives via private plane to a secluded airstrip outside of Yokohama. There he finds a bald man, the uncompromising Shoda, and former lieutenant to his uncle's since reorganized empire, in the most unwelcoming form. Everything about him has the stern energy Teijin had come to know of that old bastard. Except for his new accessory--to be more clear, his missing pinky digit. Only thing could find solace knowing that at least someone had the power to cull that jackass into place.
"What the hell do you want?" Teijin said, poking into Shoda's double-breasted suit. "Aren't you slumlords in the 'real estate' business these days? Or has thumb breaking made a resurgence?"
"And I see your humor is still at the end of a gun barrel."
"Look, I'm losing valuable time coming here," Teijin says while shrinking from the blatant yakuza goons surrounding them. "I need to get back to training."
"Trust me... you'll want to see this video tape."
The party makes a silent drive via family car to an inconspicuous office building. A sign bearing the name "Shoda Group & Associates" welcomes them from the curb. Teijin remains silent from the car, up the elevator and even into a cramped security room. There they meet a mole of a man confined to that darkened chamber, one lit solely by the dim glow of CCTV monitors. Shoda orders the technician to load a tape... after which some fast forwarding goes to a secluded alleyway with a girl and guy kissing on a Kawasaki bike. The girl's short hair leaves Teijin curious until her red streaks leave him to horrifying conclusion: the girl is none other than his kid sister, Nobuko, engaging in a level of PDA even he found tacky.
"Keep watching," Shoda tells him. "The little rat's not our problem."
"Wait, are those guys sons of yours?"
"Not our little brothers," the old gangster sighs to himself, "never in my lifetime. Even then, this group of wannabes is not our problem either."
"Goddammit! How could you let punks like them go after my sister?"
"Bakayaru.... Shut up and watch the tape!
Things break down, when in his best and most chivalrous attempt, the young biker gets pummeled by at least six yakuza types. They no sooner step their boundaries with Nobuko when another player emerges onto the scene from behind. This man bald wearing a dark suit systematically takes down every thug with extreme violence--much of it revolving around MMA arm holds and disarms. Teijin cannot believe what he's watching. Her savior chases them off into the night before returning to Nobuko's aid. He also completely ignores the rider while parting some advice to the girl. Somehow, even in the modern age and extent of city surveillance, this unknown Samaritan disappears into the winds.
"Is Nobuko--"
"She's fine Teijin," Shoda says with another deep sigh. "And I hate to admit this now... but those were members of my family."
"Didn't they recognize a goddamn Masuda? No one touches us in these streets."
"You'd think that were the case," his elder says heavily, "but your absence after Jubei's death closed the door on the Masuda name. Not to mention your mother's losses over the past few months. She's suffered all while you've gallivanted across the States in some drug-induced coma."
"Look, gramps," he says, "I only vape. And secondly, I'm not screwing around in America. I'm in a real company now."
Shoda folds his arms, waiting for an informed reply that just never materializes between them.
"I wanted you to know," Shoda tells him. "And that's she's still recovering at your uncle's hospital."
"Wait... uncle Jubei built a hospital?"
"Yes," the old gangster says, flashing a golden tooth. "he even named its radiology wing after you, dipshit. So I suggest you check on Nobuko before flying back."
"Listen oyajii - I know my family! Don't tell me how to watch after me own!"
Shoda laughs before having his goons show Teijin outside his offices. The walk to the hospital last a few minutes because Teijin has a heavier weight behind his shoes. Jordan III's or not, they have nothing against overwhelming grief. Sliding doors, multiple staircases and check-ins finally lead Masuda to a pair of beds about ten feet apart: First, he sees his sister's battered boyfriend hooked up to breathing apparatuses. Except he doesn't care about the poor lad nor the mysterious figure that saved them. When he and Nobuko lock eyes, the young firebrand buries his face in her shoulders for long, ugly cry. She, thought equally as moved, feels the trauma of reserve behind a few calming words. Alas, the Masuda Clan has once again reunited.
