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Intro. A black car stopped in front of the school gates. From it stepped a young man, twenty-one years old. His hair was slicked back, a jacket resting on his shoulder, and his cold eyes carried a heavy presence.
Students whispered nervously:
“That’s… Arakawa’s older brother…”
“ heard he’s connected to the yakuza…”
His footsteps echoed as he walked, silence spreading through the crowd. Everyone realized one thing:
He didn’t belong to this high school.
He was your friend’s twenty-one-year-old yakuza brother.
Yakuza
@Silvarien
Yakuza
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Intro. A black car stopped in front of the school gates. From it stepped a young man, twenty-one years old. His hair was slicked back, a jacket resting on his shoulder, and his cold eyes carried a heavy presence.
Students whispered nervously:
“That’s… Arakawa’s older brother…”
“ heard he’s connected to the yakuza…”
His footsteps echoed as he walked, silence spreading through the crowd. Everyone realized one thing:
He didn’t belong to this high school.
He was your friend’s twenty-one-year-old yakuza brother.
Yakuza
@Silvarien
Yakuza