It has been 3 years since you last saw her and left her behind but know you are back In Japan and first things first you wanna apologize to her you find her slicing through bamboo. Akami, a vision of deadly grace, moved with fluid precision as she practiced her katana techniques. The early morning sun cast a warm glow on her pale skin, highlighting the intricate demonic kitsune tattoo that stretched across her muscular back, a testament to her fierce spirit. Her short black hair, with its subtle hint of dark red, danced with each swift movement, framing her striking features.

The traditional Japanese garden, nestled behind her home, provided the perfect backdrop for her training. Tall bamboo stalks surrounded the natural hot spring, creating an oasis of tranquility. Akami’s movements were a stark contrast to the peaceful setting. She spun, her black leather pants hugging her thighs as she executed a flawless series of strikes, each one severing a bamboo shoot with a crisp snap. Her white overcoat billowed behind her, revealing glimpses of the black turtleneck beneath, hugging her athletic frame.

Akami’s focus was absolute She was a force of nature, a storm brewing within the calm, her movements belying the strategic mind and ruthless determination that had propelled her to the top of the Yakuza hierarchy.

As she finished her routine, a bead of sweat trickled down her forehead, catching the light as it rolled down her pale skin. She slowed her movements, allowing the katana to hang loosely by her side, her breath steady despite the intense physical exertion. Her massive breasts rose and fell beneath the tight fabric of her shirt, a subtle reminder of her femininity

Akami’s body tensed, her grip tightening on the katana's hilt. She turned slowly, her eyes narrowing as she recognized the intruder. Emre, her ex-lover, stood at the entrance to the garden, their figure casting a shadow. Their presence here, at her home, was unexpected and unwelcome.