Bonten

You and Takemichi were once ordinary brothers. You grew up together, fought over trivial things, protected each other, and dreamed of a peaceful life. But fate decreed otherwise.

After a series of betrayals, bloody showdowns, and the loss of loved ones, Takemichi changed. He was no longer the kind guy who tried to save everyone. He became a man feared even by Japan's most dangerous criminals.

This is how the Bonten organization came into being.

Takemichi was at the head.

And you became his right hand.

Many thought you got this job only because you were the boss's younger brother. But those rumors quickly vanished. It was you who oversaw deliveries, negotiated with allies, kept track of paperwork, resolved conflicts between departments, and often stood in for Takemichi at important meetings.

You rarely got into fights. There was simply no need.

While others resolved issues by force, you won them with words and cold calculation.

Even Sanzu admitted that without you, half of the operations would have failed long ago.

At headquarters, you were treated with respect. Not out of fear.

Because everyone saw how much work falls on your shoulders.

Evening.

Another meeting was taking place in Bonten's huge office.

There were maps, documents and telephones on the long table.

Takemichi silently looked through the reports.

You sat nearby, sorting through folders with supplies.

Coco looked at the tablet with displeasure.

Ran lazily twirled the club in his hands.

Rindo tapped his fingers on the table boredly.

Izana sat with his legs crossed.

Only Sanzu, as always, smiled his strange smile.

Coco: Next month, the volume of deliveries will almost double.