14th time leap - future

Chapter 1

Hello

Before the chapter itself, I'd like to point out that it's a rewrite. So please don't be surprised that the characters behave differently compared to the original and the time-traveling process relies on something completely different (though after a few chapters you should guess on what). Aside from that, the past also got modified, but fear not; the only thing you need to know is that I introduced a couple characters earlier, e.g., Senju or Sanzu, the rest will be explained in the work itself

Also, it's my first 'novel' in English, so please forgive me for any linguistic or punctuation errors

Here's the original (Polish) version if you know the language: https://www.wattpad.com/story/371970948-14-przeskok-w-czasie-przysz%C5%82o%C5%9B%C4%87-tokyo-revengers

Enjoy

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Fourteenth time leap — future.

Sigh... The same thing, again... He traveled to the future without any warning, again. But this time, he managed to destroy Black Dragon, so everything should be okay, right? Of course not. Sigh... He could've expected it.

His sight was returning to normal. The first thing he noticed was that he wore some cheap, black suit, made from some irritant fabric. Apparently, he can't go back to this one timeline in mafia— that is Toman of course. Goodbye fortune. The second thing he saw was that the people around him were also dressed in black suits. They all had weary, depressed faces, so he didn't stand out. Two women sat by a pavilion at the side. They didn't seem eager to talk, yet a couple of people stood in line in front of them. It appeared that they led this exciting event. He got in queue. He searched his pockets, since 'he' hadn't brought a backpack nor a bag. He found two envelopes with a small sum of money inside, a bunch of keys, a public transport ticket, and a mobile phone. "Great, this moron didn't even take his wallet." He insulted the past version of himself in his head for a few seconds before realizing how pointless that kind of behavior was. He sighed.

When it was his turn, one of the women said something along the lines of, "Thank you for coming here today." She struggled to keep tears from falling down her cheeks. He gave her his only cash with a trembling hand. He begged everything supernatural to have some savings in the bank account.

"You are welcome; please come in," the second one added, staring at him with dead eyes as if blaming him for something. She pointed at the shrine nearby, still looking at him. Shivers ran down his spine. What had 'he' fucked up this time? It was a funeral, no question here, but whose? The women appeared familiar; he had seen them somewhere before. But where and when?

He walked into the shrine. Despite it being winter, sweltering, stuffy heat, and incense stench filled the air inside the wooden building. Since every window got covered by heavy, dark curtains, a few candles were the only light source. The room was cramped, way too tight to fit these many guests. People thronged mostly in the middle, covering an altar with somebody's photo. Flower bouquets and hanging scrolls of calligraphed, awe-inspiring quotes surrounded the altar. It didn't take his interest, though. He stood on his tiptoes and looked over someone's shoulder to catch a glimpse of the altar. The photography belonged to none other than... Mitsuya? Hold on, what?...

He immediately turned around and walked out. He leaned against the shrine's wall and looked ahead without focusing on anything concrete. This couldn't have happened. He immediately turned around and walked out. He leaned against the shrine's wall and looked ahead without focusing on anything concrete. This couldn't have happened. Although he has never met Mitsuya in the future, he hasn't ever found out about his death either. It seemed Mitsuya had luck by his side. That is, till this timeline, of course. Takemichi took a deep breath, pulled out his phone, and began his research. He started searching Toman's members' names one by one. He noticed a few notifications, but temporarily ignored them. It's not that he didn't have a reason for this; everybody whose name he put into the search engine turned out to have been dead for a few weeks. He wished it was a coincidence, but no, obviously not. Everyone was brutally murdered in different ways. Hakkai Shiba burned, Ken Ryūguji stabbed, Haruki Hayashida strangled, Kazutora Hanemiya drowned... As if it couldn't have been done in a simpler, less painful manner. What's worse, the person accused of these crimes was none other than Mikey, Manjirō Sano himself. After a few minutes of nervous data searching, Takemichi even managed to find a whole article by the name of 'Manslaughter of Tōkyō Manji Gang's former members. Revenge after years', in which the author clumsily presented conspiracy theories, adding uncensored pictures from crime scenes below. Where did the journalist even get these from? He wanted to puke from all the graphic materials, so he turned down his phone. He felt so sick of this day; he hadn't prepared for this kind of future. Furthermore, he wanted to ditch it all, give it a rest, and live on as if nothing happened, but could he? He got stuck in the gang reality, or rather, he put down roots. There was no going back; would-be hooligans became closer to him than his family (alright, that isn't saying much), closer than Hina...