Culling The Ranks [Private]
Jan 15, 2012 16:31:38 GMT -8
Post by Mamushi on Jan 15, 2012 16:31:38 GMT -8
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My mission was simple: to maintain and uphold the integrity of the Yakuza. My methods were extreme - I would kill every member of Yakeshi's gang, as well as all their family and friends. I would erase them from existence, physically and mentally, so no one would ever again utter their names. No one who ever knew them would be allowed to live... neither women nor children. Such an extreme example would also go along way in culling the other subordinate families as well, Kouketsu-sama had said. Make them fear...
Yakeshi operated out of a fishing town in southern Mizu. The town had become a city in recent years, growing from a few fishermen into a center of trade and commerce for the southern region. The Great River that split through Mizu branched into three different rivers just a mile past the city limits, creating a marine 'roadway' that connected the bustling towns and cities of the south.
The city, Teikawa, made enough money to fund its own militia, and the Yakuza operated in the higher levels of its government and policing forces. In order to kill Yakeshi, I would have to topple both. The task was far easier said than done.
Where to begin...
I entered the city from the road, clad in my 'civilian' clothes, loosely garbed and scantily clad, my scuffed boots and taut frame marking me as the rougher sort than the usual fresh-faced whore. I was surely to be recognized by the higher ranking Yakuza - any who had met Kouketsu would've had to have seen me at some point - but that didn't matter with the plan I had in mind.
Buildings reached to the skies high above my head, not as tall as some of the 'skyscrapers' being built in industrial cities in the mainland, but these factories were certainly formidable enough. People walked here and there, some with brisk, purposeful strides, others with slow gaits, and some simply standing and talking, or standing and watching. Militia patrolled the street in pairs, and here and there, in front a restaurant, next to a street sign, dropping a cigarette over the edge of a roof - the Yakuza stood, grunts assigned to watch duty. They were quite numerous.
Here we go again... I clenched my fists, fingers wrapped individually in white strips, and made my way to the docks.
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My mission was simple: to maintain and uphold the integrity of the Yakuza. My methods were extreme - I would kill every member of Yakeshi's gang, as well as all their family and friends. I would erase them from existence, physically and mentally, so no one would ever again utter their names. No one who ever knew them would be allowed to live... neither women nor children. Such an extreme example would also go along way in culling the other subordinate families as well, Kouketsu-sama had said. Make them fear...
Yakeshi operated out of a fishing town in southern Mizu. The town had become a city in recent years, growing from a few fishermen into a center of trade and commerce for the southern region. The Great River that split through Mizu branched into three different rivers just a mile past the city limits, creating a marine 'roadway' that connected the bustling towns and cities of the south.
The city, Teikawa, made enough money to fund its own militia, and the Yakuza operated in the higher levels of its government and policing forces. In order to kill Yakeshi, I would have to topple both. The task was far easier said than done.
Where to begin...
I entered the city from the road, clad in my 'civilian' clothes, loosely garbed and scantily clad, my scuffed boots and taut frame marking me as the rougher sort than the usual fresh-faced whore. I was surely to be recognized by the higher ranking Yakuza - any who had met Kouketsu would've had to have seen me at some point - but that didn't matter with the plan I had in mind.
Buildings reached to the skies high above my head, not as tall as some of the 'skyscrapers' being built in industrial cities in the mainland, but these factories were certainly formidable enough. People walked here and there, some with brisk, purposeful strides, others with slow gaits, and some simply standing and talking, or standing and watching. Militia patrolled the street in pairs, and here and there, in front a restaurant, next to a street sign, dropping a cigarette over the edge of a roof - the Yakuza stood, grunts assigned to watch duty. They were quite numerous.
Here we go again... I clenched my fists, fingers wrapped individually in white strips, and made my way to the docks.
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