It was Christmas eve, the snow was falling softly to the ground as the yakuza household waited for their leaders to emerge.
Everyone has tears in their eyes as they recalled all the times their leader has been there for each of them.
The leader has been a great example of wisdom, strength, bravery, and perseverance. An image which they will carry in their hearts with pride for centuries to come.
They rose as their old leader and their newly appointed leader walked into the yakuza house, each of them bowing their heads as a sign of respect and reverence to their bosses.
The master of the ceremony announced that the ceremony is about to start. They raised their heads and watched their oyabun take the stage for the last time.
