A Yakuza clan can never be led by a woman. But the death of the head of the most dangerous family left the sole end bloodline to stand up and temporarily spearhead the biggest yakuza clan. While resolving the crime of her father's death and managing...
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"Hand me my robe" , standing from a hot sakura and lilac bath is a 5'10" lady of 25. With hair extending to her behind of pure satin black hue, the only living bloodline of the most dangerous Yakuza Clan in Japan stood up to prepare for an assembly requested by the Shogunate (government police).
The elderly woman handed the blood red robe to the lady as she bows and shows inferiority to the fierce maiden.
"My bath is the only solace I find in this sorrowful life. How come the Shogunates interfere me during this time?" , the lady calmly seconded as she reach the velvet red robe from the old woman.
Facing the wooden mirror, the light from the lamp strikes her silky white skin, with a perfectly formed bust and arse. But as soon as she turns, the focus turned on the full-sleeve and full back piece of Irezumi (tattoo). Exposing the Hannya and Oni masks, Oriental Dragon, Daruma Doll, Geisha and the legendary scroll of their history, it served as the mark of a deadly identification.
"Boss, your presence is requested immediately." A low level yakuza member shakily delivered a message as he bows lowly.
The elderly woman replied with deep warning, "No one rushes her when it is her bath, do you want to end your life?!"
"But I was sent by the Shogunate's lead, forgive me Boss", the member trembling in fear as he implied that he had no choice, as he knelt down asking for forgiveness.
"Tell them to wait. I will attend to them shortly. Ten minutes more won't kill them. But if they insist, tell them that we can proceed with their funeral." The lady replied with elegance but direct orders, calm yet threatening. The low level member run for his life and carried the message back to the main hall of the mansion.
The old woman helped the lady to get dressed with her long red robe, with a black cloth as an undergarment. Her hair tied-up but still like a flowing dark waterfall and a belt of black cloth to support the Uchigatana (sword) that has been passed onto her possesion after generations of killing. "Are you ready, My Lady?", the elderly asked as she sprays the musk scent of the combined lilac and rose to their leader.
"They are the ones who should be ready. Their interruption is way out of my patience. Their scents alone are enough to make me sick!" Disgusted by their presence, the lady walk towards the main hallway to meet the officers.
**In the Main Hall**
A group of 30 Shogunates gazed the main hall admiring the antique and historical ambiance of the lobby. Five of them are smoking, but most of them are drinking Sake (japanese wine) offered by the guarding yakuza members.
Officer1: "We have been here for almost an hour and we have not accomplished any agenda! ", impatiently speaking.
Officer2: "Who does she think she is making us wait like fools!", another agreed.
