The September day was not pleasant. The rain poured down like buckets, lightning flashed. In an abandoned multi-story parking lot, on one of the middle floors, stood the Brahman delegation: Takeomi and several fighters hiding their faces under hoods. Akashi Sr. smoked a cigarette, looking somewhere at the rain. Negotiations on the division of the territory of the Kita Special District were about to begin, and he was preparing to defend his idea.

mutters Damn rain... I have a bad feeling...