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[h2][color=darkorange][b]FUJIMURA[/b][/color]
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[b]Fujimura Ten Braves[/b][/sub][/h2]
[h3]Native District, Miyama[/h3]
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The Ten Braves dashed across the street, spreading throughout the Native District and bringing Yakuza justice to the Mafioso who dare slaughter the civilians while making sure the innocents remain safe. They all moved in such an inhuman way that it was all trivial to them, and the chaos dying down at their arrival definitely helped that. Their arrival specifically was, in lack of putting it any other way, a stomp; their coolness was high enough to surpass any welcoming gunfire they would meet, and now it has gone to the point where they can literally just punch any bullets coming for them. Such feats were only possible for them due to their belief in their boss as well as their own inner coolness. Of course, all of them already being close to 'ideal Yakuza' only expedited this ascension to kickassery.

In other words, these ten men, who have all been close to [b]FUJIMURA[/b] and his beliefs, are able to receive some of the strongest benefits from [b]FUJIMURA[/b]'s very presence.

Standing atop one of the tallest structures to see in the Native District was [b]FUJIMURA[/b], surrounded by a swarm of around 40 shikigami, all appearing as swans made of paper, covering the Yakuza Boss at all angles. Should any opportunistic fool with a gun attempt to snipe him at his currently high position, they would find their bullets stopped in their tracks, rammed by one of these origami birds, all of which moved at a speed close to that of a Servant's. Upon further inspection, it would reveal that each of these folded swans were all wearing glasses of similar make to [b]FUJIMURA[/b]'s own, except small enough to appear as if they were actually 'wearing' them. Because [b]FUJIMURA[/b]'s charisma is able to extend not only to other humans, but also to beings such as his shikigami, they, too, are granted the same increase in power that [b]FUJIMURA[/b]'s men all enjoy. And because these shikigami were all made with a portion of [b]FUJIMURA[/b]'s lifefore, they all receive possibly the greatest benefit from [b]FUJIMURA[/b]'s existence. It wouldn't too far to say that each individual shikigami are able to fight on par with [b]FUJIMURA[/b], himself, though they aren't quite as strong as their maker, specifically.

Taking off his signature coat and wrapping its sleeves around his waist, [b]FUJIMURA[/b] stretched a bit before getting to work. Aside from his absurdly toned physique, enhanced greatly by his literally awesome power, his own irezumi would possibly catch the eye of any onlookers, as well. One side was painted with all dark colors, with calamities and malevolent figures such as oni tattooed on his right side. On his left, in opposition, were all brighter colors, all showcasing a rebuilt Fuyuki with a Komainu watching over it, guarding against the darkness.

[color=darkorange]"Alright, let's begin..."[/color]

Drawing three talismans from his pocket, [b]FUJIMURA[/b] raised them up in the air with his left hand, pointing his right, palm open, to the turbulent streets below, beginning to channel the 'pain and suffering' accumulated from the Native District. As all those grudges gathered within [b]FUJIMURA[/b], the irezumi on his right side began to glow with a black light, a visual representation of the misfortune that he is channeling within. The irezumi on his left side, however, all began to glow [i]white[/i], channeling much of the bad luck accumulated from the riot and turning it into good luck; the true power of [b]FUJIMURA[/b]'s peculiar tattoos, which allow him to channel 'misfortune' into 'fortune', and vice versa. Afterward, [b]FUJIMURA[/b] began to distribute all the fortune he has converted into each of his talismans, infusing them all with good luck...

[color=darkorange]"I hope you're ready, boys!"[/color]

And so, [b]FUJIMURA[/b] threw all three of his talismans into the air, each of them already infused with both his affinity to 'Fire' as well as his own innate coolness. As soon as they were high enough into the sky, [b]FUJIMURA[/b] shouted the magic words, resulting in them all bursting in a magnificent flash. Each explosion took the shape of the display of pyrotechnics that one would see at a festival, fireworks all infused with good fortune meant to fill the hearts of everyone who sees it with hope; hope for a bright tomorrow, and hope that Fuyuki will shine brilliantly again....

To [b]FUJIMURA[/b] and his Ten Braves, however, this was a signal. Not a moment after, they all began to shout in unison, their collective voices all spreading throughout the Native District:

[center][h3][color=darkorange][b]"The Fujimura syndicate has a challenge to the monster who has been slaughtering our men! Come up to our boss and tell 'im your name, then give 'im the strongest punch you've ever thrown with your bare hands!"[/b][/color][/h3][/center]

Once the challenge was issued, [b]FUJIMURA[/b] crossed his arms, grinning as he awaited his opponent to come. Indeed, whoever this 'monster' who dared issue a challenge to the Yakuza, they were compelled to follow this challenge, in return, the words of the Fujimura Ten Braves all cutting into this monster's psyche, inciting it to accept their challenge. This is the power of the [b]Grand Mob Ritual[/b], a conceptual attack made by several 'Ideal Yakuza' against a single target...