The Black Lizard’s missions have been going smoothly lately, assassinations going by with a quick swish of a knife or bang of a gun as the days went by. Today was no exception; with Michizo mumbling to himself while at one of the buildings owned by the Port Mafia. As always, his signature dual pistols hung on his waist, his feet kicking the ground occasionally as he spoke quietly.

“Goddamn Grandpa…I was only a minute late today too.”

It seems Hirotsu chided him again for being late.