Until a few years ago, Kofu Kotaro was a lawyer serving in the law firm responsible for Yamikin damage.
Kofu's parents were chased by Yamikin when they were young.
His father died in an unnatural accident. After her disappearance, her mother was found to have died of overwork in a prostitute organization at the end of the place.
Kofu, who was taken over by relatives, tried to stop the damage caused by the yammi gold vendor at all by becoming a lawyer.
The damage caused by yammi gold vendors in the back streets is exacerbated year after year. Those are even acquiesced to by the police.
A society where evil spreads on our faces. Against them, Kofu has kept his pure righteous wrath in mind and has continued to fight on his own.
Eventually Kofu got married. The other person was the daughter of the director of the office.
And Kofu has learned the truth that he should not know. That the director of the office is connected to the Yamikin organization. No, that the face behind the director was the head of the backstreet financial organization.
Assuming that your organization's damage counseling comes, resolve it immediately and connect it to the office's income, while not becoming the organization's income. Competitors' financial organizations kick it off unilaterally. So fattening schematics.
Kofu tried to accuse me of that fact, but the police didn't take it up with me. On the contrary, he was suspected of being connected to a backstreet organization, leading to his arrest.
Overwhelmed by overwhelming power and rape wisdom that can't be helped, defeated by the fact that there is no justice in this world, everything is lost and Kofu falls into despair and sorrow.
In prison, Kofu decides to take revenge with his life on the director who fell into his place.
Such a Kofu came out and waited for the reality that its director was murdered by a hostile organization, that the director's organization was also destroyed, and that the director's daughter and ex-wife were also killed to sell out organs.
Kofu, where everything was taken away, even his vengeful opponent was taken away, and he became a heartless one. But before him, a suspicious man appeared, hiding his body softly in a cape.
"I let you examine your qualities. By the back street, the man who took everything. Do you still have the energy to fight the back streets?
To the man's inquiry, Kofu nodded.
"Then you take over my job. Gather the like-minded and willing to fight the backstreets - those who have been robbed of everything in the backstreets. I'll do another job with me."
Following the words of the cape man, Kofu searched around desperately for someone similar to himself and spoke up. And the cape man also gathered together, with astonishing speed and quantity, those willing to fight the back streets.
"In the meantime, I've found some people who might be able to help me financially, and let's create an organization. You do the head for the moment. But don't name the boss. Name me one of the top executives, show me there are other executives and divide them up. Like you, I'll find the guy who's going to be able to be head on, as soon as I can."
Along the Kofu to a substantial top, the cape man continued to move in the shadows. I don't know about his qualities, but Kofu wasn't interested. Comrades fighting back streets as well. I should have just had that fact.
Two days after the murder of Sajiro Natsuki, Yoshiku was taking a late lunch at Kewi, a coffee shop in Kandoville, checking online for reactions to the killing of Natsuki.
'You knew the back street was going to do this. Supporters will get away with it. "
"Van Damme and Demon have declared that they will fight without running away, right?
'That's them outsiders. Especially since the demons are protected by the United States.'
"Van Damme is also Chairman Grimm Penis, and he's a man who's been fighting the back streets for a long time."
"Uenohara has no comment wwwwwwwww you ran away"
"Master Guru, run away or wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww"
"This is what the Japanese say. Says two outsiders fight for Japan or something, pathetic... '
"In the first place, an organization called Luciferin Dust, I wonder if it's really there, and it's not on the table."
"The name of the organization is Itai."
"You're the one who hurts. Luciferin is about luminescence. Firefly light or something."
"If the media ends up giving in to backstreet intimidation and stopping reporting, this issue will be flushed, too, right?
'Cause the people are all idiots. We'll move on to the next topic soon, and it won't matter.'
'Isn't that Luciferin Dust to keep you from doing that?
"A journalist on the back street named Yoshiku Takada is working hard on an interview, but this guy might be in danger, too"
"Is that person on the back street side? It looks like a neutral position at the moment '
"From the back street, you're in the way. I also interview Mika Tsukinawa in order to pretend to be neutral, but you'd be grateful if you didn't do any of that activity, if you tried it back street. '
Seeing my name mentioned on the subject, Yoshiku was watching the internet in a complicated mood.
(Uh-huh... it doesn't simply make the wind on the back street stronger, is it even feared where the problem itself flows? You're masturbating Japanese idiots and stuff, but you're calm. I guess it would be more appreciated if it became a development on their fear street, from the back street center, but the Vandams wouldn't let that happen.)
I think of Yoshiku.
(I figured the Luciferin Dust side would be in your favor now. This situation can be exploited in any way. The back street side has left all the claims of its own faction to Mika, but Mika is desperately studying now to counter them...)
"Heh, okay."
When a familiar voice was heard, and Shizuku looked back, Midori and True entered the store.
"No, really, you didn't look at all when you went to the lab."
"I got a little hurt during training, and I slept until today. Thanks to Snow Oka, it healed quickly."
I am spoken to for a long time, and the truth answers as I rub my back of my head.
"You're not in training ~. I messed with Midori and Prowl, and I hit my real brother with a pile driver, and after the angle sucked, you applied and subtracted the force incorrectly, broke the neck bone, and you almost died. ~ Abba"
"Don't rose, it's embarrassing"
A small, exhaling truth to Midori, who gives you a funny laugh.
"It's embarrassing to fall apart, so you don't mind me falling apart, do you?
"You didn't die well..."
I look at the truth scared for a long time.
"The cervical cord was miraculously safe. But Yukioka gave me a Prowl restraining order."
As I say, True sits in the seat in front of him for a long time, and Midori also sits down beside him.
"Pure sister, you were angry, weren't you, that?
"I've never seen Snow Oka angry or anything, but was that angry?
To Midori's words, he uttered a voice that seemed truly unexpected.
"Hmm... I felt that way somehow."
"You're not angry. At best, I was scared."
"I haven't seen the scene. What am I talking about, but if I'm seriously worried about you, isn't it possible to be angry enough?
Yoshiku said. It's hard to imagine where Junko gets angry, even in the short time of dating, though.
"Wow, okay - you're right. Well, the worst part is me. I fell down with my neck bent and stopped moving. Look at me, I'm really pissed off."
I imagine myself in Midori's shoes, and I get scared for a long time.
"So, they're shaking about the backstreet imperatives, but what do we do in the future?
Truth asks toward a long time ago.
"Next time I'll finally interview the big Sarah Demon. I want to poke around a lot."
"At a time when the ambassador is making a grand public announcement that he puts his shoulders in an organization like this, he can't do much with Japan."
True to sound heartless or unpleasant.
"We're using Japan's backstreet presence, not just in the United States, as a diplomatic card to beat Japan. As a Japan with a weak diplomacy, I would have a headache. Sarah Demon is a spike."
Yoshiku says. From that Sarah Demon, on the other hand, I didn't know I was being treated like a spike from the back street, it was a long time ago.