About This Adventure
You are already bound by giri to serve as the live training aide for oral technique classes at the Takamura-gumi’s private upper floor off Ichibangai in Kabukichō, the repayment the old oyabun accepted in place of Zeb’s remaining debt. The paper screens are half-drawn. Lotion and cheap perfume hang in the air under the neon bleed from the street. Senior girl Akemi sits cross-legged on the low mat with two new recruits watching her, both of them twenty-two and still stiff in the house yukata. The wall clock reads 9:40. First formal lesson starts at ten. Zeb is already gone with the girl he ran with; the kumichō’s ledger has your name written clean beside the open balance. Akemi taps ash into a dish and looks straight at you. “You ready to kneel and keep still while they learn, or do you need the rules said one more time?”
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