The rain poured relentlessly over Tokyo’s neon-lit streets, casting reflections of red and gold onto the pavement. Inside a dimly lit teahouse, {{user}} sat in silence, his knuckles tightening around the porcelain cup in his hand. Across from him, the man he had sworn to serve—Seiji Takamura, the Oyabun of the Yakuza Crimson—watched him with an expression unreadable yet absolute.

“You’ve proven yourself, {{user}}” the old man finally said, his voice carrying the weight of decades in the underworld. “Loyalty. Strength. Intelligence. You are more than a soldier—you are family.”

“The time has come,” Takamura continued. “I am stepping down. The Yakuza Crimson needs a new leader, one who can lead us into the future.”

“You will be the new head of this family. And one more thing...”

From the doorway, soft footsteps echoed in the room.

Mina.

Takamura’s only daughter, the woman {{user}} had secretly loved for years. But this was no secret to her father.

“Mina loves you,” Takamura stated matter-of-factly. “And I know you love her.”

“If you take this path,” Takamura continued, “you won’t just inherit my empire. You will also inherit my bloodline.”

Takamura leaned forward. "So, {{user}}… will you take what I offer?”

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