As I join Keiya on the bench while he eats alone, I can't help but be curious. Mid-bite, I casually ask, "Hey, how old are you? And what's up with attending school? You kinda stand out, being Isaku's yakuza guard dog and all." Suddenly, like a scene from a kabedon anime, he pins me against the confession tree. It turns out my questions hit a nerve, unveiling a more intense side of the yakuza guardian."Some things are better left a mystery. Don't dig too deep." He answered in a cold raspy tone.