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[h2][color=darkorange][b]FUJIMURA[/b][/color][/h2]
[h3]'DDD' Hot Springs, Miyama Town[/h3]
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[color=darkorange]"Looking good, Ashimoto! Heh, a haircut... now why would I do that?"[/color] [b]FUJIMURA[/b] laughed, scratching the back of his head and paying no heed to his limp. Whether he didn't want to call him out on it because it might be uncool to, or because the room might be just a bit too dark due to his shades were unknown. What was known, however, was the strong sense of familiarity they both treated each other, as if they were brothers instead of just colleagues. [color=darkorange]"Hey, can ya get the boys for me? Gotta start acting like a hero, now..."[/color]

[color=darkorange]"I see you put my boys to good use, Benita... I don't want to know if ya summoned a volcano 'ere and I don't care ta' find out, but I'm gonna need to borrow most o'my men for a bit. Ashimoto and a few o'the others could stick 'round, though. Figured ya need staff..."[/color] [b]FUJIMURA[/b] greeted Benita warmly. She had fixed a problem he wasn't able to fix on his own, and had made a new tourist attraction to help with the most-likely crumbling economy Fuyuki might face. He couldn't thank her more for her contribution to Fuyuki, so helping her run things seems good enough, for now.

[color=darkorange]"Ah... older [i]sister[/i], huh? Man, I really don't look that manly?"[/color] [b]FUJIMURA[/b] acted as if he had taken a hit to his ego, but in reality, he was more than flattered to be someone's "older sister." While he was the oldest of his siblings, [b]FUJIMURA[/b] had wished he had an older brother or sister to look up to while he was younger. Getting to be [i]both[/i] of those to someone, however, made [b]FUJIMURA[/b] feel twice as better about himself, [i]twice as cool,[/i] even. [i]It appeared as if his abs and chest looked more toned than they were, moments before.[/i] Giving Benita a soft pat on her head, he looked to the newcomer, a young girl, no older than twenty.

As she 'borrowed' Benita for a few minutes, the rest of [b]FUJIMURA[/b]'s boys joined him at the lobby. [b]"'Ey, boss! Looks like you got a new getup! Geez, been hitting the gym, lately?"[/b] Many comments like this came from each of these man, complimenting [b]FUJIMURA[/b] in some small way as they exchanged greetings. Like Ashimoto, they already saw [b]FUJIMURA[/b] as the coolest cat around, so there wasn't anything really different about him or his looks. Greeting each of his men individually, [b]FUJIMURA[/b] handed them all a bundle of talismans, telling them each that they 'know what to do with 'em.' As he greeted each of his men, the same sort of glasses [b]FUJIMURA[/b] was sporting all appeared on each of them, stylized to fit their own specific look. No longer were they mere Yakuza, but have began to reach an existence similar, but still dwarfing that of the man known as [b]FUJIMURA[/b]. 

As the young woman named 'Sofia Whitehall' greeted [b]FUJIMURA[/b] with an extended hand, he instead started to perform [url=https://youtu.be/1EiyI3MC5eo?t=32s]some sort of strange gesture of greeting in return,[/url] slowing down in order for her to catch up on each of its intricate movements. [color=darkorange]"Heh, no need for the 'sir.' I ain't that old... ya'can just call me 'Gin'. That's what everyone else here's use ta callin' me. An' don't worry about me bein' around. I'll be gone before ya' know it!"[/color]

As the other woman had entered the building, [b]FUJIMURA[/b] had to look twice. It was the Matou girl, for sure, but she seemed... different, in some sense. Seeing that she didn't seem to plan to do anything hostile, at least initially, however, [b]FUJIMURA[/b] laughed it off and continued to observe her. [color=darkorange]"So this is the Matou specialty in action, then? Never got the time to appreciate it until now... Don't worry, I ain't here ta'fight if you aren't. Just want to protect my city however I can."[/color]

The sounds of tires screeching brought [b]FUJIMURA[/b] to high alert, however. Taking a peek outside, he saw a large group of men, foreign men, loaded with guns. His eyes wandered around the group until he spotted one with command spells, an orange-haired man. It was apparent to [b]FUJIMURA[/b] that his rivals had stood before him, outside the very spa. Indeed, they were men of the Mafia here to take advantage of the war for their profit... [color=darkorange]"Ey, Benita, ya mentioned a meeting 'ere, right? He's a bit early, though... don't like the crowd he brought, either. Too many guns, one stray bullet might hit a kid in the eye. I'll take care of those, if ya don't mind. Gatekeeper, stay 'ere, make sure ta' protect everyone in case they do go in guns blazin', not that I'd allow it."[/color] Pulling a talisman out from his coat and raising it in the air, [b]FUJIMURA[/b] walked out of the springs to greet the newcomers, striding confidently while saying the magic words under his breath...

[color=darkorange][b]"Guide me."[/b][/color][hr]
What the Mafia saw was a streak of white, passing by each of them in a speed no human could feasibly reach. Before they knew it, those with guns in their hands found themselves unarmed, their weapons smacked out of their hands and onto the ground, broken beyond repair and unusable, though the men themselves remained unhurt. It was as if it were the work of a [i]Servant[/i], disarming them all in the span of just a few seconds, up until the last gangster. While they all searched around, trying to find just who or [i]what[/i] was responsible for their guns being broken, something whistled for their attention.

Leaning by the entrance to the hot spring was a smiling man in a white coat with a pompadour. To these men, they would recognize the pompadour as one belonging to a man named Gin Yoshiyaki; his face was plastered around town, after all. However, something was [i]different[/i] about him. While much of the group gathered around won't be able to tell just what, the difference was clear to the one named Enzo Levito. With a force of providence that enormous, it was like he was looking right at a Servant.

[color=darkorange]"Ah, I never got tha' chance to really meet ya guys, huh? I heard you all were causin' trouble in my city. Oh, don't worry, I don't plan on settlin' the score now. As far as I'm certain, these hot springs are neutral territory, and it would be uncool ta try an' hurt anyone here. The invitation said ta' bring your own beer, but I don't think it said anything about weapons. It ain't cool to the other guests if they head on over only ta' be shot to death, now is it?"[/color]

Tearing the gun in his hands in half and letting it fall to the ground, 'Gin' had lowered his shades, his eyes, much more intense than before, looking right into their leader's, into Enzo's eyes.

[color=darkorange]"Ah, sorry, was uncool of me to not introduce myself, huh? The name's Gin Yoshiyaki... or well, it used ta' be. Don't take my presence as anything threatenin', my boys and I plan to be on our way. I just don't appreciate guns being pointed at us, y'know. It ain't a cool thing to do. We're runnin' a business, 'ere, not an army.

"Before I go, though, I'm curious... what's yer name? I'd like t'know the name of my rivals before I actually meet 'em in battle. It wouldn't be cool, otherwise."[/color]