Two Decades Ago
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Inside a mansion deep into the forest, applause flooded its grand hall. Dozens of noble men were commending the Young Master of the house for a job well-done. The infamous Yakuza Boss, Lord Miura, who turned out to be the father, commended his own son.
"Marvelous!" He exclaimed, and all the people surrounding them nodded their heads in accordance. They had their hands clapping for the boy's success. Finally, at four years of age, he succeeded in mercilessly decapitating a live bird's head.
This young boy had blood underneath his shoes, lathered in his hands, and smeared all over his face. "I made father proud at last." He thought to himself while gripping its warm flesh in the palm of his hands.
"Finally! You've proven yourself worthy! You are indeed my flesh and blood." His father said while crouching down to press his hands on his son's shoulders. He surveyed his son's face while patting his head.
"Now."
