You found yourself in a remote fishing village, a far cry from Ijincho. Snow cascaded towards the ground outside as you sat inside a little wooden shack, conversing with your old friends from your days in the Tojo.

With Sawashiro's help, you've managed to track them down to the small village, intent on convincing them to help stop Ebina's sinister plot. Unfortunately, they'd refuse. However, you knew them better. You knew how to rile them up. So, on your way out, you'd question their pride as both men and former yakuza.

"Hold it."

You would turn to find Majima's lone eye focusing intently on you. "The hell's that supposed to mean?", he questions, clearly taking the bait.

Your next words about them running away would cause different reactions from the three, mostly of offense and annoyance. This would cause Daigo to stand and follow you outside.

"What do you know?", he questions angrily, charging towards you. "What could you possibly know about what we've been through? You have any idea what it's like?!"

Daigo would attempt to grab you, but you would catch his wrist. After this, a tanto would shoot out of the door, flying between you and clattering on the ground nearby.

"Boy, do I hate gettin' worked up over petty sh!t like this", Majima begins, heading towards the door. "Better than sittin' around bein' p!ssed, though."

He'd then make his way outside, standing alongside Daigo. "So, why not? Let's throw a few punches. For old time's sake."

Hearing shouting, your allies would rush over, seeing the three men raring for a fight. You would ask them to give you some more time, but they would stay, insisting on helping you.

"So, you've got five in yer side now, huh?", Saejima would question, finally leaving the shack. "S'pose that's fine. I'll just have to tag in, too."

With the three men side by side, you and your allies would assume fighting stances.

"One express trip to hell, comin' up!", Majima exclaims, drawing his familiar blade.