2005

Ping!

After taking a nice hot bath and dressing in some light night clothes, Miho sipped on some strawberry milk. Seeing that she had received an email, she opened it.

It was a video file. Connecting her headphones to her nc6120 and putting them on her ears to not disturb her friend who was wearing her gold medal even in her sleep, she pressed play.

The video took a few seconds to load. Soon loud cheers boomed in her ears as a scene that appeared to be in a park filled the laptop's monitor.

After she was finished watching the video, Miho went to her Toman files, clicking on a certain teen boy. A cold smile graced her face, "it seems like you were having a fun time and decided to make a profit while my eyes were elsewhere, Masataka Kiyomizu."

The green eyed girl commenced to type, but then she paused, thinking back to the blond boy who had been subjugated to fight, the one who had suddenly looked completely confused as to what was going on in a manner of seconds.

The reason as why this video had secretly been taken had been because of this same boy. The one who had secretly recorded this video had apparently thought it was hilarious how he had looked so lost and had even pulled out his cellphone with him being knocked out not long after.

Well this was according to one of her sources who had pried the video from the boy who had taken the video and had won a lot of extra cash from the bets.

If it hadn't been because of him, this might had slipped her eyes. She needed to work on improving and expanding her range.

'But as to why this video was taken, his actions really were strange .... and have I seen him somewhere before?' Miho thought but then she shook her head, deciding to get back to work.

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Retrieving her cellphone, she called the commander of the Tokyo Manji Gang. It only took a single ring for her call to be picked up.

Manjiro on the other line greeted, "hi Mi-chin! You finally called." Then he went on to asked in a pouting tone, "what took you so long though?"

"You know, avoiding those reporters." Laying in her bed, she answered. "Every time I win a gold medal in one of these tournaments, they always want to take pictures and bring up him." Her sea green eyes and voice softened at the mention of 'him'. Turning her head on the soft pillow, she continued, "but you know with the second part, I am a little happy that this world still remembers him." She gently touched the simple silver earring in her right ear.

As he recalled some fond memories, a small smile came to his face. "Well, what do you expect, Mi-chin? He was a pretty amazing guy. How could they forget him, especially with you following behind his mantle?"

Miho commented. "Mhmm. The same could be said about you, your brother and where you're planning to take Toman." Then she added. "Speaking of Toman."

Manjiro's tone changed. "What's the matter?"

"It seems like Matsutaka Kiyomizu of the third division has been running underground fights, using Toman's name to make profit. It's very likely that Haruki-kun doesn't know about these underground fights." She reported. "I will send you the details, right now."

Receiving and reviewing them, Manjiro said. "Ken-chin and I will go check it out tomorrow."

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2017

Dressed in a kimono while holding a higasa (Japanese parasol) that complimented her attire in her hand, a woman with sea green eyes leisurely took a stroll down the sidewalk.

"It's should be here." She stopped in front of a hostess club, gazing upwards just in time to see Atsushi Sendo leap off it's roof.

BAAMMM!!!

Blood splattered onto her higasa because she held it in front of herself to avoid her clothes from being sullied. Then she raised it back over her head, seeing the dead body of the man. "...ah he died." She didn't seem phase one bit about seeing a dead body or that a man had committed suicide in front of her.

Soon after there were gasps from the pedestrians who were walking by and a pained scream from above.

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"Good night, Kisaki-san." The woman politely greeted when she saw the acting head of the Tokyo Manji Gang.

Tetta Kisaki's eyes widened a fraction, recognizing the voice. He had known that this woman had returned to Japan, but he was not expecting to have an encounter with her so soon. He reached into his suit jacket's inner pocket, turning around. But before could pull out the gun, she said with a simple twirl of her bloodstained higasa behind her head.

"Ah. Ah. It's not the right time to use such a dangerous weapon yet."

He immediately noticed small red circular lights on different locations of his chest and one on his head. 'Why the hell didn't this bitch die back then?!' Tetta gritted his teeth in anger. Well, he couldn't expect any less from her. The previous advisor of Toman.

"I am only here to introduce myself since we will be undeniably seeing a lot of each other within due time." She tilted her head with an alluring but cold smile. The silver earring in her right ear gleamed.

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2005

It was late in the afternoon when the bus had arrived in the grand school grounds of Seikaku Gakuen.

Seikaku Gakuen was one of the top schools in the country. It was a prestigious private all girls school that was difficult to get into, had a tuition fee with one too many zeros and had an escalator school system. They provided education from pre-school all the way up to university.

The education they had provided had been boasted to be top-notch -which it truly was- while providing a safe environment for learning along with clubs and extracurricular activities.

As Miho placed her school uniform and her gold medal into her bag, zipping it up, her friend spoke.

"I heard our middle school division received second place in the kendo competition." She then went on to say. "I just know that the Headmistress will be clicking her red heels down the hall with her head held high."

Thinking about that scenario, Miho giggled. "Mhmm, I can picture that happening."

"Yep. She will definitely be bragging about our first place and the kendo's club second place at parent's night." Makana said, walking out in front of Miho in her karate uniform, the gold medal hanging from her neck. She quirked an eyebrow at her friend, seeing that she was neither in Seikaku Gakuen's uniform or her gi (karate uniform), but in civilian clothes. "Takahashi-san is going to be furious that she will not be able to get a picture of the prodigal ace of our club."

Miho averted her sea green eyes from Makana's violet ones. "You know how I am with pictures." Her soft voice was barely above a whisper.

The brunette let out a laugh at her friend's cute shy side. "I don't get why, considering the type of face you have."

"You know it's not that. I always knew I was born with quite a pretty face." She tilted her head as she showed a breathtaking smile, each of her index fingers pointing to her cheeks.

Makana smiled as well, crossing her arms over her chest. "Get a bigger head, why don't you?" She teased.

"But weren't you the one who was just complimenting me on my looks a few seconds ago?"

Before Makana could respond, they both heard the karate club advisor in the distance, calling them to come take pictures for the school's daily newspaper.

"And that's my cue to leave." Miho placed her bag on her shoulders.

"The Abe Family's chauffer taking you home?"

"Not taking it." The girl with cerulean blue hair answered, walking out of the door.

"Get home safely! Be careful not to run into any punks! Wait I should be asking them to be careful."

Miho smirked, looking back at her friend. "You know that."

After leaving school's compound, Miho soon came upon a grassy riverbed and she recognized the cb250t parked to the side.

She knew she had felt his impulse. This had been why she hadn't directly went home.

With his arms folded behind his head as he laid on the grassy bed, Manjiro sat up as he noticed her presence. "Mi-chin! Looks like you got my text."

'Text?' Miho thought. She had only used her cellphone when she had been changing into a normal attire to message the Abe Family's chauffer that she would be needing his services for today. Taking her cellphone from out of her skirt pocket, she noticed that Manjiro had indeed texted her.

He stood, walking towards her. "It's time to go on that date you promised!"