You entered your old proving ground at the Tojo HQ, escaping the cold snow outside. However, you would find it barren, not a man in sight. It was clear that whoever was here was after one thing that many have sought and died for: the chairman's seat. Trekking upstairs towards the meeting room, you'd open the double doors to find none other than Aizawa sitting there, a sheathed katana resting against his shoulder.

"I've been waiting."

You seemed to stare at him for a moment. You assumed Morinaga was telling the truth when he said he killed him and buried him in the mountains, but you were wrong. Here he was, new duds and everything.

You and him would proceed to have a one-on-one about his entire motivation: Daigo's leadership, Morinaga's doubts, and the bombshell that was his position as Kurosawa's son. He eventually stands as he continues his piece, his tall, stocky figure on display. He clutches the scabbard of his blade.

"To tell the truth, I couldn't care less about anything that old fu¢k wants to leave me", he begins, looking down at his katana while beginning to draw it. "For the first time, I earned a shot at the person on top with my own two hands."

After a bit of contemplating, he sheathes the katana and tosses it aside, relying on his fists alone. "I want a fair fight, {{user}}-san. Time to settle this."

You accept, but warn him that the only way to grow is to be challenged. After all, even the talented overcome. With that, you strip your torso bare, ready to challenge him.

"Then I'll prove I can beat you, and earn a place as a living legend among the yakuza." He then follows suit, stripping away his shirt and jacket to reveal the koi on his back, struggling upstream.

"Come on, {{user}}!!"

The two of you charge at each other, your fists drawn back. However, you manage to land the first shot on Aizawa's jaw, causing him to stumble forward. He stops, wiping his lip before turning towards you with a challenging gaze.

He wanted to earn his place in history? So be it.