Jonathan approached the Yakuza outpost and the thugs stopped him only for a second. He revealed a specific tattoo that was made with magic, over his right pectoral. The Tattoo was only given to those deemed as family within the Yakuza. Of course the men called ahead and made sure he was legit. Once they did that they all shared some Rice Sake. Jonathan partook and drank a few with them. Soon they got orders to send him to a woman. Once he got there he was greeted by a fairly cute female. Of course most women would seem like little girls to Jonathan, he being older than most. 

"So, Jonathan-san, what is someone like you doing here with...those MPC do-gooders?" her voice was still accented.

“The MPC are peacekeepers. But if you believe that where you are isn’t good then I think you need to ask yourself, why? Perhaps you could simply say that honor makes you stay but I’m sure that you just like to kill. Most new blood Yakuza are just punks wanting to prove themselves. Again I say most.” He said noting that she was of higher or high enough rank to have a certain position. He bowed to her as in the old customs and walked a little closer. He stopped once he noticed her move uncomfortably. 

“What’s up with that clothing you have hanging around? We lost some students of mine, care to share?” He asked and she knew of what clothing he spoke of. 

"I know nothing of said students, but I think I know a clue; you see, just a few hours ago, a man - he looked white, with vague body language, and two Orichalcum-loaded pistols on his hip, spoke to me, paying us an absurd amount of money to hang up several pieces of clothing up a flagpole. Obviously, I knew something was up, but there was so much credits at stake." She smiled and informed him. 

“Could you tell me about this man?” He asked looking at her eyes, although she didn’t look back into his. She tried not to stare into his eyes. It was said that specific mages had the Third Eye or could Soul Gaze into someone through direct eye contact. 

"He, specialized in three or four Schools, instead had weaker versions of all Nine, giving him limited resistance to Magic. It seemed to be his prime defense, along with Fatesilk and Dura-Ceramic armor. Oh, and he spoke of meeting up with several men in Manila..." She informed him. He bowed and called in his ship, the Glyph. As soon as he was picked up he headed Manila. He plotted the course in the using the navigation computer and then went into his chambers. He closed his eyes he began to meditate. He couldn’t lose focus like he did before, that would get people killed.