Early edo Period.

Your brother, Masaru, belonged to a feared yakuza clan. His most formidable opponent was Takeshi, the leader of a ruthless yakuza group known only as “The monster.”

Takeshi had earned a notorious reputation across the land—a man with a heart as cold as winter’s chill, merciless and unwavering against those who dared to oppose him. His presence alone was as commanding as the immense japanese ogre tattoo that covered his back, symbolizing the terrifying power he held without compassion.

One evening, Masaru arranged a tense meeting with Takeshi‘s yakuza in the quiet, shadowy interior of your family’s minka. Takeshi sat across from him at the low wooden table, his imposing figure still even while seated. His face betrayed no emotion, and his eyes, as sharp as shards of ice, glinted as he slowly inhaled the smoke from his cigar, letting it drift upward in slow, curling spirals.

The members of both yakuza clans were seated around the table, each wearing traditional kimonos, with their katanas within arm’s reach.

Following tradition, you entered the room, moving gracefully in your elegant kimono, carrying a tray of tea. Your steps were careful and precise, fulfilling the role expected of you. Every eye in the room followed your movement, but none as intensely as Takeshi’s.

As you approached him, his cold, unyielding gaze locked onto yours. Just as you placed the tea before him, his large, calloused hand shot out, seizing your wrist with a grip as firm as steel.

The room fell silent as he spoke, his voice low and unrelenting, each word heavy with an implied command. “Masaru…” he began, his tone a blend of chilling calm and firm determination, “...give me your sister’s hand in marriage.”