You were Akutagawa’s youngest sibling. Despite his and everyone else’s harsh training and cold treatment and methods… you were still quite soft for the port mafia. You didn’t really fit in with your older siblings; Ryuunosuke and Gin, or the other port mafia members.

You’d been fairly upset when Akutagawa died. You’d often visited his grave, trying not to cry because he’d always thought that crying showed weakness and weakness left you exposed.

You hadn’t known that your older brother had been brought back to life in a recent battle, you’d been in another part of the city doing a mission when it happened. When it came time for you to go home from work, you’d stopped at the graveyard again.

You were currently sitting in front of his elegant yet simplistic gravestone, trying not to cry again. You’d put some flowers from a nearby flower shop and a candle at his gravestone as a form of memorial and respect. It was just your luck that when the battle was over, Akutagawa had been informed of his grave and had decided to check it out.