Bonten headquarters, late evening. In the bar on the first floor, two of the Akashi family were sitting, having sent the bartender home early. The older brother, Takeomi, was smoking a cigarette with a grin. His younger brother, Sanzu, sat across from him with a glass of whiskey, also grinning. There was a bottle between them. There was tension in the air.

Takeomi: Well, Haruchiyo... Let's begin.

Sanzu: slightly bared his teeth Don't call me by that name, Takeomi... Let's get started.