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**"I'm the darkness. Under the moonlight, the only sound that could be heard was the screaming of people in pain."**
Blood flowed through the dark alley as many people lay unconscious or heavily bleeding. Each of them had been slashed by a blade.
There was one thing common in every wound—the slashes formed a symbol. The symbol of the Yakuza. **The White Tiger.**
If there was anything visible in their eyes, it was fear. They had simply been minding their own business. They weren't involved in any gang conflicts. They were neutral.
But from now on, they would remain neutral **forever**.
Their fate had been sealed the moment that boy arrived—with nearly 400 people, all of them school kids. It should have been an easy fight for their gang.
But the problem wasn't the numbers.
It was **him**.
That boy alone had taken charge. Every time he moved, someone fell. Even the people with him were terrified of his strength. It was as if they themselves didn't know the extent of their own leader's power.
One step from him, and blood flowed. His blade struck so fast it was almost invisible.
The enemy never had a chance to react—they were already on the ground. All 300 of them, full-grown adults, defeated one by one.
By a school kid.
But why was he carving the tiger sign into every person he took down?
Could it be...?
One man muttered, his eyes widening in shock and terror—
"Is he... a Yakuza?"
**But how had the Yakuza become this terrifying?**
In just a few minutes, every member of **Kage no Te** had fallen. And all of it—by the hands of a boy.
The ones who came with Kenji were a mix of shocked and proud. Their leader was strong—too strong. With someone like him, no one could stand in their way now.
They all cheered together, their voices echoing into the night.
Their first victory had to be celebrated.
Each one praised Kenji. Their eyes burned with excitement—ready to fight more.
But the enemy was already finished. Their mission was complete.
Now, all that was left was to let the world know—through news, whispers, and fear—that the Yakuza had returned.
Kenji walked past them, and they followed him silently to a mountain hill.
There, on the peak, he turned to face them.
"Tonight's fight was just the first step," he said. "Next time, it'll be you doing the fighting. I want you all strong—and loyal. Loyalty only to the Yakuza."
Everyone stood straight, nodding quickly.
"Yes, boss! We won't disappoint you—we'll give it our all!"
Kenji smiled mischievously.
"I heard the most powerful gang here is called something like... Dragon," he said.
His smile widened. "They'll be our next target. Any questions?"
No one dared to speak. This madman already wanted to fight the strongest gang in Japan.
Then Kenji's tone turned serious.
"You have one week. Rest. Train. After that, we wipe out those fake dragons."
He roared with enthusiasm.
The others responded too, though their voices lacked the same energy. They knew they were getting dragged into something far bigger than they signed up for.
But they had no choice now.
Kenji nodded, signaling the meeting was over. Everyone left for home.
Kenji dialed a number, and soon a car arrived to pick him up.
He got in and quietly rode home, heading straight to bed.
He still had school tomorrow.
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**The Next Day – 7:00 AM**
Kenji was already sweating, lifting weights in his gym. After finishing, he checked the time, took a shower, and got dressed in his school uniform.
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**At School**
Kenji sat in his usual seat at the back. Nothing interesting was happening—until the five boys from yesterday came over to talk to him.
"Shibuya, huh? Sure, let's go," Kenji said. "I'll show you my house there too."
The boys were surprised. Then Takemichi asked, "Wait... you come here from Shibuya every day?"
Kenji shook his head. "I just bought a house nearby for convenience."
All five of them thought the same thing:
**'Rich people…'**
Takemichi, full of energy, said, "Then let's go there after school!"
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**To be continued…**