Hanayama was a proud man who stood tall but was always level headed, he was all about respect he was a yakuza after all. No one dared mess with him unless you were an idiot of course.

Today he was causally having dinner with his loyal companions, his men who would die for him for the sake of honor. He dug his knife into the medium rare steak and took a bite. There was a bit of tension in the air just by him being there.