Ark 20 Episode 54: Bossman Shoakuma

Particpants

 * Connor Ryoji
 * King

The News
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vyPkuPhBK5E&index=117&list=PLYNBny7IRlVkbiSVlrNHnbXbgZBIdU3Pl&shuffle=3009 ) Early morning in the hours of about 11:00 am, iinside his run down hero shack which doubled as his home and his office, Connor sat filling out paper work in order to su it hid request to join the fire flower syndicate. Washi would be leaning back against the wall, twirling a rather large revolver in his hand and peering through the window from his orange sunglasses. He'd glance at Connor, lowering his lenses and peering at the seemingly endless amount of papers cannor had been scripting on. "Its kind o funny. a few months ago, you probably wouldn't even have touched a price of paper and pencil but look at you now." Washi st up from the wall and smiled. "Its funny how you humans grow and eveolve. almost makes me second guess my own race." Connor would begin flipping peppers and speaking, his eyes never leaving what was on his desk as he continued to write. He kept it up for a while longer before finally throwing his signature on it, and stacking all of the papers together. “There. My letter of application has been officially completed. I’ll mail it off to the head of the fire flower syndicate, and I should be getting a call from him well…when ever I guess.” Connor would shrug and stand up, stretching   his arms over his head and yawning quite loudly. “Ahh I hope this works Washi. It’s the only way to become a true branch. Not something off brand.” Connor would get a knock on the door. “Open.” It was josh, stammering in and huffing and puffing, as if he’d just ran a marathom mile or something of the sort. “Josh what’s going on” Connor folded his arms and raised a brow at the male. “The…the….the building is perfect but….loaidng all of this stuff in here is ridiculous!!” Connor would sigh and step outside. The building beside the shack, is the one they renovated in order to start their organization somewhere close to home. Literally. The building beside them was just as old and run down looking as the shack itself. It was a 3 stotire building with a good amount of rooms. It was a studio at one point, so the rooms were all huge and spacious which is actually what they needed in the first place. Connor walked over to see that the girls from the wrestling team were moving in what looked like giant generators of the technical sort. “What are all these josh?” Josh would adjust his goggles and smile. “They’re computers haha! Lunix, 7.7’s! it’s a pretty expensive computer processing unit, but wit it I can have just as good of access at school as I do here! To take care of the technological issues we may or may not encounter that is, Connor.” Connor would rub   his chin. “I’m a bit old fashion, but I guess I can see the benefit of all of this. Besides that technical stuffs for you guys to deal with anyway.” The girls continued moving computers, desk, and artworks into the building. Connor assisted them, having nothing else to do for the day, and after a few hours of moving, painting, lunch breaks, and more moving and painting, 10 hours had passed and the building was becoming much more decent looking. It had a home style badge outside, and the inside of course needed decorating they couldn’t do, but it was a start. Connor would stand at the head of his crew with paint stains on his face and a a smile. “good job guys! Report back here tomorrow and we’ll finish up. Sunny?” “Hm?” Connor would pat her on the shoulder. “I need you to take some of the group funds and put them twaords hiring an internal designer…we need some new windows…and a full building check. Make sure theres no asphestis leak in this bitch or something. Call the cable guy, the plummer, gotta get the electcity-“ Sunny would hold her hand up infront of Connor’s face and smile. “I think…I’ve got it boss. We’ll get to work immediately on it tomorrow. When’s your meeting with the fire flower chairmen?” Connor would fold his arms and nod. “It’s actually tomorrow. Hopefully. I sent the letter off so they’ll give me a date so it’s not REALLY tomorrow, but I’ll know if I’m approved for the job or not. Just hang tight guys. “ Connor would clap his hands together. “Good job out there and I’ll see you all tomorrow then.” Everyone would wave and begin heading out. Connor would lock up the doors around the building, and sigh looking at the work achieved. He’d flick his nose with his thumb, and head on back inside of his shack, closing the door behind him and flopping down on the couch. Looking side ways at a picture of him and his mother he’d smile. “It’s getting on up there…pretty soon. “ Connor took a deep breathe before exhaling and tilting his head elsewhere, deciding to bunk on the couch until the morning time.

The Big Day
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UCmUhYSr-e4&list=PLYNBny7IRlVkbiSVlrNHnbXbgZBIdU3Pl&index=75 )The morning came. It was abnout 12 noon, and connr would shake himself awake. The morning was shinig bright through the windows of the shack and he’d greet them with a growl and one eye open. Connor did the usual routine. Took a shower, took a piss and brushed his teeth in that order. After stepping out of the shower he’d strut around the house naked, noming on a beef stick and munching on it, looking out of the window, leaning against it with his forearm and his head. He saw everyone out side working on the building. Conor would smile at them, before heding to his room to put on his clothes for the day. The door swung open, and sunny and Jeannie walked in with happy exprssions on ther faces, only to immidately turn them into cheery red blushes. Connor would run a hand through his hair. “Oh sunny, Jeannie. What’s up?” you   look like you’ve got some good news.” Jeannie continued to stare before adjusting her glasses and wiping some blood from her nose. Sunny pretended to clear her throat, closing her eyes and keeping a mean expression her face, trying to keep her permanat scowl, permant. “Oh come on. you guys would have had to see a dick at some point in your life. Quit acting like fucking virgins and get on with it.” Connor would palce his hands on his hips, his meat dangling freely. “Well Connor your letter came in today…” “And? Could you read it for me? I hate reading.” She nodded. “Connor Ryoji. Your request to join the Fire Flower syndicate has been looked over and approved. We request that you meet us…today at 1:30 sharp, at Hanchou’s BBQ & Grill?!?” Connor would turn around and head   into his room, yelling out from behind him and looking for some proper clothing to put on for the day. “What’s that?’’ Jeannie would clasp her hands together and squeak. “Only like one of the BIGGEST chain restruants in the city! Theres one in every district! They own it! the fire flower syndicate that is!” Connor would take note of the cold weather, and put on a black long sleeve shirt, however his marital nature always prompted him to raise the sleeves up to his elbows. He’d slip on a black blazer over that, also rolling it’s sleeves   as well. Connor sliped on some black cargo pants, with matching dress shoes, and to top it all off, the straw hat he’d gotten from his sensei, long ago would be mounted firmly on the top of his head. A piece of straw between his lips to boot. Connor would step out, and brush himself off a bit, approaching the two ladies with raised brows. “So this fire flower syndicate…educate me. I’m not going to go in and be ignorant. That’ll lessen my chances..i’m already having financial issues.” Jeannie tilted her head. “what happened to the money you got from the lady   who’s yakuza clan you were doing   missions from” Connor sighed, stepping out side and stuff his hands into his pockets. “My assest got frozen by the IRS…got a letter that said there was no way I could make that much money without having taxes and a registered income t boot…all I’ve got is this house to my name, the clothes on my back, and what ever else I can put into this organization. “ Sunny would pat him on the shoulder. “Show them that spirit we like. That’ll get em. Just try not to punch anyone in the face alright?” Connor laughed a bit. “No promises. They call me Demon eyes for a real reason you know. Keep me posted on the house.” Jeannie would look at connor. “Well to answer your question about the syndicate..” she scrolled down on her tablet, mumbling through the articles before finding it. “Ah here it its! The fire flower syndicate. The yakuza rulers of the new generation yakuza. Led by the man known as 'King ' aka Yoshimitsu. Yoshimitsu was one of the leaders within the new yakuza uprising. Pushing the armada out and regaining there freedom once again. King allied up with the mythical legend known as Inugami and had been the first Slave that he had freed. King has an overwhelming obsession for Inugami, wanting to have his heroism and has even stated that Inugami is the reincarnation of Kagemaru. King came from a smaller yakuza before his enslavement. He was well known amongst the clans gif his combat prowess and his sense of leadership. His second in command is his younger brother 'Logan '. Together the both of them had helped Inugami in freeing the others. Soon the new yakuza world had the two new leaders and hadn't even been aware of it yet. Soon enough after the battle had been one, the two brothers reunited all of the leaders and promised to restore the new yakuza world under there lead. And so the fire Flower syndicate was made. First after the battle, they bomb-rushed the mayors office demanding that this would never happen to them again. After giving there word the two boys then tricked the mayor. Killing her, and everyone else in there office, without leaving a trace of evidence. This had been the cleansing method. Killing all ties Yani would have within office, a political gain. Soon enough, they would face seized some of the money in the cities treasury from the slave sells and even recalled records and obtained over 500 lost citizens. Then they used the money to rebuild over the Kagemaru building and set up there new busniess around it. 10 shopping malls, and then there own private military company to boot. The sun flower syndicate is the smallest of all the clans. But also the most powerful. With the two brothers leading it, they only have 6 followers under them within the syndicate. Branching out from them. “ Connor would fold his arms and take in a breathe. “Ahh…so the yakuza just had a massive reboot huh. Heh. Nice. Anyway. I’m heading over there..wish me luck.” Jeannie would point. “you can take my car if you want.” “nah. Don’t wanna illegally drive. I’ll be fine.” Connor would squat down, placing his fist to the ground. Charging his push blast in the end of his fist, the dirt around him would start to gather, as connor would then leap! Soaring high into the sky, using the micro push to gain a good   100 feet height, before using it again, and propelling his body forward in the air, darting at a speed of about 200mph easy!! Connor would micro push his body through the air, only needing to look at the map of the are one good glance literally before he took off into district 2, micro pushing his way out of cars harm, and way, and weaving through complicated building structres. His body darted like a bullet as his blazer fluttered in the wind. Washi flew beside him, his sunglasses glaring as he stuck by connor’s flight pattern. “Is this really the best time to be showing off? Shouldn’t you just get a lisecnece already?” Washi commented. “I probably will, but at another time. Right now is more important…we’re here..” Connor would let his body descend from being about 150 feet in the air at this point..his body was coming down like a speeding bullet, but once 10 feet above the ground, he’d emit another micropush from the soles of his feet and he’d land effortlessly. Connor would look at the doors of the restruant and dust his blazer off before walking inside.

Hail To The King
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TZThOsCv2Mw ) it was a lively and festive place that it was. Connor looked around and saw familes eating together, children crying, and old people talking smack about other races, while eating their rice pudding sicne they couldn’t eat solid foods. The smell of BBQ filled the air..BBQ pork…beef..chicken…the armoa was heavenly and caused connor’s nostrils to flair. “man..this   smells delectable.” Connor would look over to the cahsier and walk over to the desk. He’d place his hands on the counter, folding his fingers together and speak thoroughly. “Excuse me.” The female cashier turned and smiled. “Hello! How can I help you?” “I’m Connor Ryoji. I was requested to meet here…by Mr.King himself.” The cashier nodded. “right this way Mr.Ryoji.” the cashier would nod to connor and instruct him to follow her. They took a doorway which had beads infront of it and passed through it, ascending up some long flighted stairs. Connor glanced at the womans ass and took note it wasn’t bad…he’d had better though. As they ascended up the steps and reached the room at the top, the cashier would knock on the door. “Enter.” A voice came from the other side. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kb3hdRqdyc0 )As the door opened, a wave of smoke emitted from the door way. It hit Connor in the face like a brick. Connor’s eyes squinted for a moment before he saw an assortment of men sitting in the center of the room around an indented square in the room. they were all dressed in suits, of variating colors. The one that stood out the most however..was the one who looked built like a tank. He wasn’t as muscular as say a tank persay, but one who paid attention to detail could see that the definition of his muscle tone which his shirt defined was not of a normal man’s   stature..he had a hidden strength about him. as he sat at the fartherst part of the square, hunched over in his chair, and a lite cig hanging from his lips. The other men in the room looked at connor with the stink eye so to speak...”Mr.Ryoji is here sir.” The man on the far right would scoff and give a sleezball style smirk. He had a fishy aura to him..he couldn’t be trusted. Theres no way. “Soooo ah. This is the guy who applied? He’s a lot smaller in person.” The gang would laugh…all except King, which is who Connor kept his eyes on. Connor would step forward, and make his way to the edge of the dented square. “Evening gentlemen.” “That’s bosses to you kid.” The man opposite of the sleeze ball, was who connor would refer to as “big ugly.” A big aisan bald man with non exsistent eyes and a fatman’s dream figure: fat and muscle combined. “You don’t get to greet us as equals. These young guys no respect the lot of them.” Connor would inhale and exhale, keeping his temper under check. “I’m glad you’ve excepted my request Mr.King. It’s an honor to meet you. I hope to establish a successful branch under your trunk sir.” Connor would offer a sincere bow, and the two men on the opposite ends of the table would laugh aloud. “He’s something else isn’t he? How old are you kid? 17? Run home to mommy or something.” Sleezeball butted in. “yeah stay in school, this life isn’t for the feint of heart.” Connor would lower his hat a bit, a shadow falling over his eyes and leaving his hand on his hat. “Guys, a little respect please?” Connor would ask. “Being completely serious here.” “Yeah?” the fatman would toss sake on connor’s coat. “And so were we. Fuck this guy King. We don’t need childrens branches in our Yakuza family, i-it’s neidanderthal!” the sleezeball would cackle. “Tell me about it! I’ll get the garuds in here an-“ (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PTNuBaS2--4 )” Koreijō..(no more)” the strong and manly man’s voice broke the silence as king’s lips moved. When they did…the presence of the room shifted entirely. The two idiots obeyed without question. They stiffened up..straighted up. didn’t even so much as smile, but kept a straight face…”You’re gonna wreck my establishment…if you keep this up.” “No worries boss! Y-you taught us to clean up after our-“ “Not you. Look at him. his left hand is placed on his hat…he tilts his hat down to keep the anger in his eyes at bay…and his right hand is clenced. In a tight fist…” he took another drag of his cig, and flicked it forward, as it’d land in the astray perfectly. “It’s been shaking with anger…one of you two struck a nerve in the boy. He’s been hiding it out of respect. You too couldn’t even tell…if you’d finished your sentence there would’ve been a brawl.” King would open his eyes and look up at Connor. “At ease Ryoji-San. I am king. It is a pleasure to meet you as well.” King would nod, showing his brutish, yet styled mannors. “Pleasure is mine.” “Come. Sit with us. You drink?” the sleezeball whispered. “Isn’t he a minor?” King began to pour the saki himself. “If he’s old enough to keep his cool around you two idiots, surely he’s mature enough for a glass of saki. Besides…we both know it won’t effect him like everyone else. I can tell..it takes the kid a lot to get wasted.” Connor kept his poker face, but his eyes studied king…”He knows something about me…but I cant even read his aura…his prescence…is like…non exsistent. Like   a regular average joe..but the closer I am to him, the more it feels like..even when he’s sitting down he’s towering over me…”

Straight To Business
Connor would nod and sit at the opposite end of the table king was sitting on. he’d take the cup, and hold in his right hand, mimicking the way king was sitting, not by flattery but by nature. “So from the letter you wrote. You say you want…to make a difference in the community. Do you think that’s what being a Yakuza is all about?” Connor took a hit of the sake, before setting the glass down and   clasping his hands together. “I know the history of it being formed was close to that reason yes. It’s something I’ve wanted to do since I was little..i was born and raised around one.” “Ah..which clan.” “The Arasumaru.” The sleezeballs left and right were astonished. “ I see. I heard the tales about them…they became feircesome. Remember when they first strated up. I was elsewhere then..” King looked up towards the skylight were the clouds were drifting by. Even in the dark and single lit room. “They had two of those guys in there…I was around their age at the time..only knew one of there names. Keyth Tasanagi. I remember hering about how viscious the guy was. Wrecking shops by himself. He was a one man wrecking crew all on his own. “ King looked back down. “Then there was another guy who I heard about who was running with him at the time. People say there were like brothers. Brown haired guy..green eyes. The same last name as you now that I recall. Beileve his name was Densuke Ryoji. Relation I’m assuming?” Connor nodded and tipped his hat. “Indeed. That’s my pops.” The two bozo’s looked even more confused. The fat one spoke. “isn’t that the…the superhero guy?” “Hell yeah it is!” the skinny one would open his jacket and pull out a gun pointing it towards Connor. The fat one did the same. “How do we know he ant some kinda cop!” the skinny one exclaimed and the fat one replied. “Cops aren’t vigilntes. They’re different. One follows the-“ “Oh would you shut up! I FUCKING know! So kid you tryin to bust us? Eh? We ant go not dirt, especially any you’d need to know!” King would speak again, but this time the glare in his eyes was intense. “I will not. Tell you two. To shut up. again. is that clear.” “Y-..yes sir.” The two spoke in unison. “..they pose a point. I do not have to tell you twice…that the Yakuza does and has had to, do their dirt in the past. Sometimes…that dirt has a much richer and redder tint than some would like. Are you genuinely here or did your words in the letter lie.” Connor would pour himself another glass of sake, before putting the cup to his lips and sighing after releasing it. “I’m being serious. Iv’e got my funds saved up for this. My hearts in it. the only thing stopping me is myself…I’m not a rat.” King would stare at Connor for a moment as if looking clearly through him. “Hm…okay. You two get outta here. I wanna see the boy alone.” The two men would get up without question and begin to leave the room. as would the secrutity, who’d king signaled with his eyes to leave the room also. Soon enough it was just king and Connor. (stop music). King would pour himself a glass of sake, before taking it down and swallowing it. “Well Ryoji. I’ll be honest. You fit the bill to be apart of my branch. I can tell that you’ve…recently had some form of epiphany about how you want to do things. Theres a spark in your bloody gaze. That’s the spark of a man’s worth, and you’ve got it. but what is a man without is word…well. A beast rather in your case.” Connor smirked. “I kinda figured you knew…that comment about the alchol. “ King nodded. “I’m not one of your kind. But I do know a thing or two about Hadou Mastery…your akuma no honshitsu was increasing in temperature when my boys were egging you on. if you kept it up, there would’ve been a scrap. But don’t get cocky…even those two losers are leauges ahead of you. There my number one and number two for a reason. “ Connor furrowed his brow. “Tch..they seem like idiots.” “Idoits or not. They are my family. Now back to you. I want you to go out and get people to follow you. Extend your leader ship skills to the masses and get a crowd of men to follow in   your wake. I’ll give you one hint, rather than entire advice…use competition and they will respond. Understand?” Connor nodded. “Doooooes this mean I’m in the syndicate. “ King would nod. “Almost. Here.” He’d pull out a piece of parchment from beneath the table that hand vertical japenese kanji symbols on it. they were the signatures of the clan’s from the other members of the fire flower syndicate. “Sign here. The name of your clan. And I shall accept you as a member of the family. You and your men will have allies amongst us. I’m certain you know the ethnic codes concerning the branches, correct?” Connor nodded. “One question though. I’m not to familer with the other clans…what if I get into a scuffle or confronation with them?” King would sigh. “I wont lie kid…theres a few clans under us that just might bring that issue up. people follow the code of jingi..but they also follow what the code doesn’t prohibit. With their loopholes and get arounds…I’ll say this. As long as you do not by any circumstance violate the direct code of ethnics, then any confrontation between you and a fellow branch member is tolerable, as long as no death is involved…that is where things get gery. It becomes less black and white like it should be. Follow the code, and you'll have my support.” Connor would nod in agreement before picking up the brush and dipping it in ink. He’d write the words “Shinpaku Federation. “ in bold black kanji text. Under the name, he’d sing his own. “Connor Ryoji.” King would take the parchment and stuff it in his jacket. “Now then. Go. Show me your leadership skills. Gain 50 plus men in a week. If you do not there will be precautions. Just because I allow you your own, doesn’t mean that if I don’t like how your’re running your show, I won’t intervene. That clear?” Connor swallowed hard for a second..realizing these guys probably would for real off him if they wanted to. However he understood the world he stepped into. “Crystal.” Connor spoke. King would stand up and Connor would also. King extened his hand for a handshake, and   connor would firmly grasp his hand in return. “Welcome to the family Saki.” “Saki?” Connor looked with question. King would smirk and close his eyes. “It translate to “Small Demon” in Japanese. My native heritage. As is yours. Take time to learn it.” Connor nodded and would let go and begin to take his leave from the room. King watched him leave, before turning around and sitting back upon his chair. “The youth get more ambitious every day. Let’s see if he folds…optimisim and spirt only get you so far kid.” King would pull out his pack of heavenly smokes and light a cig, as he palced it between his lips. Taking a drag, he’d look up and release the smoke into the air, letting it swirl and enjoying the rest of his sake to himself.

The New Objective
Connor would walk out of the building with a smile on his face feeling accomplished. Washi would appear beside him, his arms folded, and his spikey blonde hair blowing in the wind. “Well Mr.Kaicho. How’s it feel?” Connor would smile. “Feels good. Real good. I’m wet behind the ears and I’ve got some things to figure out but…I think this could work really well. Now it’s time to go recruit some men, and I think I know where to start.” Connor would begin walking down the street. Washi would accompany him. “Oh? And where’s that?” Connor would look at washi with a smirk on his lips. “I know a biker who owes me a favor from a while back. Round when I first came into high school...i’m gonna pay em a visit at his bar. Could use the Tanks under my belt.” Connor would pull out his cell phone, and call Sunny. “Hello? Sunny? Yeah. Need you to take some notes. What about? Well   your Kaicho is need of divisions…of our clan. We need to get this as organized as possible..get the rules and details down. All we’ve left to do, is recruit, recruit, and recruit.”