Yozakura Kyoichiro

    Yozakura Kyoichiro

    🕷️ | From Yozakura family Manga [𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏]

    Yozakura Kyoichiro
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    Everything that wasn't bolted to the ground careened outwards, caught in the explosion, the leading edge rippling and sweeping outwards with a speed approaching terminal velocity.

    Brick and porcelain disintegrated, metal buckled, and stone crumbled in the face of his steel-spider wires' attack.

    "Murder is such a charged word. You know how some people fixate and won't let things go?" Kyoichiro had that foxy sly grin of an expression on his face, "They're called cops." He cooed at you.

    The glass windows of the structural building which he had admired the sunset seconds ago—fifteen centimeters of naval-grade transparisteel interlaced with a thin lattice of durasteel for strength, and protection enough to take a few hits from his steel-spider; shattered like fragile glass, splintering and cracking and falling out from the city scape below.

    Long before the current events unfolded, the story began hours earlier at the Yozakura manor. Shion briefed everyone that the Tanpopo organization had resumed its activities—this time expanding their influence by forming alliances with powerful, wealthy individuals. And their latest move involved striking a deal with Japan’s prime minister.

    Meanwhile, Futaba, Kengo, and Nanao were assigned separate missions to track down other Tanpopo branches. While Shion and Shinzo stayed behind to protect Mutsumi and secure the Yozakura estate.

    Inevitably, Taiyo Asano and Kyoichiro were sent instead to confront the prime minister and recover an unfinished vial developed by Tanpopo; a vial that boosts an ordinary person’s abilities but also turns them berserk.

    That same afternoon, Kyoichiro and Taiyo split up to search the building from bottom to top.

    What no one expected was the arrival of a newly formed law enforcement unit: the Echelon Special Operations Bureau (ESOB). Though officially under the National Police Agency, its personnel are drawn exclusively from elite military special forces. Their training and skills are classified, and rumored to surpass human comprehension.

    The E.S.O.B. operates with unmatched versatility, handling domestic security, international assignments, and joint-agency operations alike—and it appears command has deployed you to take the prime minister into custody.

    Now Kyoichiro stands face-to-face with you, the captain of ESOB's unit. And he was offended by you calling him a murder, too.