???: Yaaaaaah!

A vicious fist connected with your nose, throwing you back a few steps as you could feel your nose throb in retaliation. Your teeth grit softly as you stared across at your attacker. This caged dragon was more serious than you thought. You didn't even want to fight truly but as your fist connected with his jaw, you knew this would be no simple task. 

???: Move out of the way. I have no quarrel with you.

(Y/n): The Tojo clan doesn't really want you to leave. I'd be doing the late chairman a disservice letting you bash his funeral and then run.

The male's brow furrowed more as he let out a yell. He approached you, an almost blue-like aura flowing off his suit as you rushed forward yourself. The fight was the most interesting one you had been in. This man... this monster... he took every attack and dished it out just as heavily. A combo here, a sweeping kick here. You could feel the excitement coursing through you with the adrenaline. Taking a glance around, you would have assumed the other yakuza would jump in to help, but that didn't seem to be the case.

???: Hiyaaah!

The male rushed forward and caught you with a punch to the left cheek. Tumbling backward, your fall was paused as the male griped your arm and took a step inward. You only took a small glance before he threw his head forward into a vicious headbutt onto your battered nose. Letting out a grunt, you stumbled backward, feeling your nose start to run as the other suited men gazed on. Your eyes fell upon Murakami... His eyes seemed clouded, simply watching the fight as he urged you to withdraw. 

(Y/n): I'm sorry Murakami, sir. This isn't a matter of health, but of pride now. I won't be trampled upon.

You took a few steps back, the male still glaring at you as you gripped the shoulder of your funeral attire. With a simple flourish, you pried the material away from your skin, unleashing the oni from within and letting its bright skin shine in the daylight. 

(Y/n): Don't disappoint me now! 

MYSTERIOUS INTRUDER

You moved quickly toward the intruder, a subtle pinkish-purple aura radiating off your skin as the male readied himself. This sudden change in fighting styles seemed to get the better of the intruder as your jabs began cutting off his punches, catching him in the face and chest as he tried to block unsuccessfully. 

(Y/n): Haaah!

You threw a punch into the male's nose that threw him off balance long enough for you to take a few more potshots into his face, a flurry of strikes overwhelming the intruder's defenses. IT was then you were struck with a brilliant idea. What did they do in those action movies? Like a finisher type of move? Yeah! Your eye drifted to a chain used to link posts. A real heavy duty only for style kind of plant. Your hand grip one of the male's arms and pulled him forward, gutting him with a knee to the stomach before taking a step toward the chain and leaping. Your foot planting on the chain, you twisted your body and leap back at the male. You felt like a real movie star as your foot landed on the back of the male's head. You wanted to end this battle here and now and thus pushed all of your weight onto the back of his head, curb-stomping the male onto the cement. You stumbled off the male and saw that he was laid out on the ground, breathing heavily.  You... you did it! Hell yeah!

???: He beat him...

???: Did he seriously...

You heard idle chatter from the other men too scared to enter the fight.

(Y/n): Oi, what's with the whispering? 

Your eyes fell on your patriarch only to see him rubbing his face softly. 

(Y/n): Eh?

A menacing presence caused you to tremble softly as you turned around quickly in time to find the male... chugging a drink? You could only title your head at the thought of wondering how he got it... or where he kept it... or... why does he look refreshed?! The male approached you quickly, his blue aura even stronger than before as he caught you completely off guard. The male's fist came like a powerful stream, his attacks shattering your guard and connecting to deal large amounts of damage to your tired body. An uppercut saw you flying backward onto your back only for the male to walk over and grip your hair. He pulled you upward and cocked back the meanest punch you had ever seen before it found a home on your nose.

(Y/n): Ah hah oaahh!

You barely had time to stand up before you could felt the male's intense glare on you again. Oh no... is that... he's going for a final move of his own! You scrambled to figure out what it was before you watched the male pick up a Tojo clan lantern like it was nothing. He geared back and swung the thing. The lantern hit you once, twice, three times, almost shattering on your abused torso only for you to stumble out of the way. You haphazardly clutched your stomach, feeling the growing bruises form as you tumbled back into the arms of the suited Yakuza guarding the door to the courtyard. 

???: O-Oi watch out!

One of the yakuza shouted as you glanced upward. The Tojo clan lantern softly landed in your outstretched hands. You glanced down curiously only to feel fear fill you as you glanced back up.

???: Haaaaaaah!

The intruder ran and jumped at you, coiling his legs back before throwing them forward in a dropkick. The lantern crunched against your body, causing a grunt to leave your lungs followed by a howl of pain as you and three Yakuza standing behind you flew backward outside the courtyard. And here you were effectively out. You could barely register the intruder sprinting past you as the other yakuza seemed too scared to try and fight him. As you lost consciousness you heard your patriarch mumble something.

(Y/n): Fuck!

Sae: Language.

You grit your teeth as Sae cleaned the slight cuts you got from the crushed lantern. After the splinters, scrapes, cuts, and bruises you received, you were lucky you didn't break a rib. In fact, the only thing that came close to serious damage was your nose, which now had a bandage pinched over it with a tissue lodged in the nostril that had been bleeding.

(Y/n): Sorry just... damn that guy was good.

Sae: Language.

(Y/n): Sorry. I've never seen someone move like that. He hit like a truck but... he seemed so fast. I do think he cheated a bit drinking that random bottle in the middle of the fight but... wow. I wish I could fight him again!

Shin'ichi: Hmm, then you would most likely end up in the same state.

You moved to bow as your patriarch entered the room only for him to wave and Sae hold you back. 

Shin'ichi: I had heard a rumor the dragon was out of the pen though I didn't think I would see him at the funeral, let alone crash it.

Hiroyuki: Err... dragon?

Murakami took a moment to sit down, stretching a bit before looking at his curious clan.

Shin'ichi: Our captain here picked a fight with the Dragon of Dojima, Kiryu Kazuma. Fresh out of the pen and already got a taste of blood.

Kentaro: Wait wait wait, the Dragon of Dojima?!

Hiroyuki: Didn't he ice his clan patriarch?!

Sae listened to the guys and let out a sigh, closing her first aid box before setting it aside.

Sae: Did you seriously pick a fight with a murderer?

You could only shrug softly, slowly inching another borrowed shirt from Kentaro onto your white tank topped battered body before tucking it into your white slacks. 

(Y/n): I had to protect my patriarch from an intruder.

Shin'ichi: I can handle myself plenty well (L/n). But... I do thank you for acting like a captain. I knew you had it in you.

You could only nod your head softly as you pried yourself off of the couch, balancing a bit before heading toward the door.

Sae: Where do you think you're going?

(Y/n): Well rubbing alcohol works for my outside ouchies, I'm gonna go get some more for my inside parts.

You chuckled softly at your own joke before sliding on your shoes and heading out. As the lights of Kamurucho blinded you for a bit, the walk to the bar was filled with more uncertainty than confidence. Kiryu Kazuma... that guy did sound familiar, though once again you tended to focus on your family rather than family drama in other parts of the Tojo. Then again Matsuda did mention a guy getting pinched for killing the patriarch of the Dojima family. Ah, you needed to clear your head of all this nonsense. You got into a fight, got your ass handed to you, and now you needed a drink. You approached the nearest bar you could hobble your body to and enter, ready to drown your pain in some decent liquor. As you opened the door to the bar, the nice atmosphere washed over you, allowing you to close your eyes for a moment to relax before entering fully.

(Y/n): Oi mama I feel like crap, could you line me up some dri-...

Your words trailed off as you opened your eyes to see the mama with a young girl... and the glare of a seriously pissed of Dragon of Dojima, Kiryu Kazuma.

(Y/n): E-Eh... EH?!!