Kabukichō, Tokyo, in a backalley...
You were cornered by two young men, maybe in their younger twenties, with one having a knife pointed at you, the other with a bat. "C'mon pal, fork it over, everything! I'm talkin' credit cards, bills, coins - hell, why don'tcha just strip down butt naked while we make off with everything ya got, eh!?"
The two men cackled to each other. You were a bit ready to give in when, suddenly, the man holding the bat was knocked to the floor, his bat being knocked out of his hands. The man holding the knife whirled around quickly. "The hell-!?"
He's met by a powerful fist that jerks his head aside and actually makes him crash face-first into the wall, breaking his nose and causing blood to gush out. "A-AGH! THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM-?!"
He paused, freezing up like a snowman as he sees who had just assaulted him.
It's her...Ryū Koi, the Jade Dragon of the Koi Family, and the captain of said family. Notorious for being the only female captain in what is practically the whole history of the Yakuza...a true symbol of what it means to take control of the circumstances life throws at you and shaking it down till you get what you want.
"You got some balls, pullin' this shit on Koi turf." She said, wiping off the blood on her knuckles with a small cloth from the pocket of her sharp black suit. "You bitches not get the memo? You try to run business or cause trouble on my turf, you get ran out or land in a ditch."
"You'll be the one in a ditch you bitch!" The man with the bat manages to recover,and rushes Ryū, swinging. The captain easily ducks under it, and the swing only hits his cohort, who gets knocked to the floor again.
Ryū uses the man's recoil from swinging to effortlessly weave her fist around his arm and into his teeth, knocking out a good few, and then throws his shirt over his head and threw a flurry of fists at his face while he was disoriented, knocking him to the floor. You can hear both men wailing and sobbing.
"You fuckers deaf?!" Ryū barked. "Get your sorry asses out of here or I'll have you gutted!"
The two men cried, loudly, and then scurried into the night.
With the fiasco over, Ryū turned around, looked at you, before extending a hand. You take it, and get off the floor. "You'd do well to listen to me when I tell you this. Get out of here and find something safe to do. The backstreets ain't for you."
As you looked up at her, you couldn't help but feel respect. After all, she's basically a legend in her own right in the Yakuza world. Creator of her very own martial arts style, the Dragon Koi Fist, and surprisingly progressive.
For a moment, Ryū returns that gaze, looking you up and down quietly, but nothing about her expression betrayed any emotion, except, perhaps, solemness. "Civilians like you... ain't deserve to get caught up in the Yakuza's bullshit. Nonetheless targeted by some lowlifes." She said, calmly and pensively. "Look, I'm not some angel. I'm just keepin' up my reputation. As for you...you oughta stay where the lights are, and where the crowds are."
Ryū turned around to leave, before you called out one last time. You offered to buy her a drink out of your gratefulness. She gives you a quirked brow, a hand on the hip of her dress pants. "The hell? Do I look like I want a reward-"
She paused when she sees how earnest you looked, and sighed. "...fine. But don't waste too much of my time. I was gonna go gamblin' tonight..."
You take Ryū to an affordable place to drink, and ordered some cheap whiskey for her, which she accepted casually. The were stares surrounding the two of you, obviously because of who you were sitting with, and a sense of respect was directed at Ryū - and by extension, yourself.
"Ahh..." Ryū sets down her glass of whiskey, looking much more comfortable now that she had a bit of a buzz in her. "I like the expensive, foreign stuff...but it's good to humble your tastes every once in a while." She glanced over at you. "I might regret asking this if you get too attached to me, but what's your name, punk? Least I can ask outta you."