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Right outside still waits for her, as usual, Aniki’s red car. And, as usual, Rin slams the door shut too hard after she gets in.
Aniki: AAAAAA goooOOood. Would it kill you to just, be, for once, careful?!?
Rin: Sorry aniki.
Yakuzas don’t have secret hideouts full of knives, booze, and dart dart boards. Their offices are right there in the open; their presence is still noticeable in many cities. Rin had taken the trip to headquarters so often that she could get there walking from school. Aniki puts on some music. It sounds like: ‘dame dame…’.
Aniki: So, what took you?
Rin: Director tried to expel me.
Aniki: Oh. Damn. Why?
Rin: I made a cat mummy.
Eventually, the car stops. The building looks like the front to a factory. Inside, however, is a neatly organized office. Just like the men Rin fought in the morning, the yakuza of the clan are mostly old people.With the advent of the Internet, fresh blood had found new routes.
Oyabun: Oh, if it isn’t my stars and sunlight! My little Rin-chan!
The oyabun of the Hitodama Clan, a direct subsidiary of the Azuma-gumi, is an old, bald japanese man with severe vitiligo skin. Rin sees herself reflected in those thick and round black glasses.
Rin: Oyabun. I want to join.
Oyabun: Join?
Aniki: Sir, um-
The aniki bows to the boss.
Aniki: -she was almost expelled from school today. Again.
Oyabun: …oh.
He scratches his head, taken aback.
Oyabun: Gentlemen, if you would excuse me for a moment. Rin-chan.
Rin follows him to his room.
