The night was dark, the moon didnt shed any light over the city of Tokyo. This closed night was perfect to claok the activities of the infamous criminal syndicate known as Mangetsu, that were receiving payment for their services. The lights from the buildings were obscuring the sky, not letting any star shine over the darker parts of the city. The harbour was one of that places, were the always efficient Mangetsu officer had a tight security perimeter around the dock were they were getting the Kisekian Technology their boss got by letting troops to the Kisekian Warlord Akuma Shinma, better known as Newdeath. I'm freezing out here, said one of the guards, a new one, to his partner, while they patrolled the hallways between the piles of containers. Why are we outside while there is a guard post here? This is a shitty job! I always thought that working for Mangetsu was only fame and bling, but I, Shinjuro Tokio, the leader of the most powerful gang in Sapporo, I'm doing henchmen work! The guard seemed quite angry, and his pride was hurt. Shhhh! lower your voice rookie, said the veteran guard, I dont care if you were the scourge of the nation, or the leader of the Blood Donation from Hell, in Mangetsu we all obey Kuro-san without asking for raises, if you work and prove your worth you'll get ascended. The Veteran, kept talking, as he explaind the rookie about the work benefits, Look at me, I was the henchman of a gang leader just like you, back when I was young, Mangetsu hired us all, and now I'm eight levels higher than my old boss, that cleans bathrooms in the mercenaries bunkers. The young Tokio only got angered even more and snapped with fury in his voice, I dont care about your life story you old timer! I'm greater than you and anyone else, and I'm going to prove it! With that said he stormed off.
Tokio, known from his gang years as Golden Tiger, for his weird dyed hairdo, that seemed stripped like a tiger. He walked from the perimeter towards the center of guards, leaving behind the electrified wiring of the perimeter and roaming with anger throught the labyrinth-like of containers, piled up in different heights and in different groups. The Kintora rushed throught them and then entered the Dock 19 throught the guarded door, as the dock was inside a building. The ships that were downloading their cargo, were covered by at least 30-40 guards, and the whole aquatic perimeter around the dock had hundred of mines and cams, making entry trhought the water something impossilbe, as the mines were of the highest tech posible and could detect any kind of tampering, and also the cams could detect intruders in any kind of cloaking. The young and brash gang leader almost jumped up the stairs and reached the main control room, decided to challenge one of those so called elite officers and gain his, at least for him, rightful place. He almost broke the door after opening it with fury and shouted, You cowardly bastards, too comfortable in this hut, come and face me! I'll show you who is the best in Mangetsu! Kintora didnt realized of his mistake before it was too late, the coordinator of this mission Tsukimori-san was talking to Kuro-san by a communication link, and one of the mercenaries was also on the room. From his position Tokio couldnt hear the man in the communication, but he only saw the mercenary nodding, before his head was deattached from his body. How sad, how sad, this grief puts pressure on my heart, The sword wielding warrior, named Zan, seemed sad, as he let out a small tear.
Zan-dono, said Tsukimori-san with a forced calm voice, as he didnt liked this weeping warrior. Get ready, we dont know if the people from Ebisu, or even Cementerio can show here, I need you and your sister to be focused in the task at hand, you'll have time to cry afterwards. Zan, the weeping swordsman, cleaned his face with the sleeve of his kimono with a swift and precise movement, only removing the intact tear drops, that landed on the ground. How true, how true, Tsukimori-dono you're right, I'll weep for this poor man soul, when the time is right. Tsukimori-san also hated that verbal tick of repeating the first part of each sentence. But he withstood it with stoicism for three reasons, first, this was an official Mangetsu operation and he was too loyal and too smart to go against his Aniki wishes. Second, even with all the drama and the bothersome antics, Zan could cut a raindrop in half and repeat that feat for hours in a storm and stay dry in the middle of the worst tempest ever. The third reason was more personal, as Tsukimori-san wanted to date Zan little sister, and for that he needed Zan approval, as he was the head of her, very, very traditional family. As he thought of the object of his affection, he didnt even considered that somebody would try to infiltrate this dock.
Zan, the Weeping Blade