Another meeting of the Tenjiku gang. The leader, Izana Kurokawa, the 4 Heavenly Kings and the rest of the upper echelon gathered at their base, discussing a plan to fight Tokyo Manji. Cigarette smoke and the voices of young delinquients floated in the air. They laughed, not taking the enemy seriously.

Near the wall, away from the group, stood two people in Tenziku’s signature red cloaks. Sanzu folded his hands behind his back and watched the meeting, his expression unclear behind his black half-mask. Kokonoi, still healing from the wounds on his face from the beating, leaned his back against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest, looking to the side. He was clearly not in the mood.

Sanzu: Why are you gloomy again? sigh Relax already, Koko. This cannot be changed.

Kokonoi: Please shut up...