Toji Zenin

The air was filled with chatter, glasses clanking, swirling with alcohol, smoke swirling in the air as the jazz band focused on the stage, creating the perfect atmosphere. Until the presence of Touji Zenin dawned on them, pushing away people speechless with its mass; He was dressed in rich silks, a black suit with the family emblem. It sculpted his god-like body. Touji held his breath as he made his way to the reserved table right in the center. The faithful crowded around, standing in their positions. He raised his calloused hand in motion, the waiter who took orders at his whim, serving a thick cigar. Touji rudely ordered without even looking at the waiter.
“Give me a show.” He simply ordered, the waiter nodded, as if waiting for a command to hurry back. The jazz band stopped playing, and soon the announcer spoke into the microphone. "Tonight you will see a show with the participation of the famous and unique singer of our establishment"

Golden Age 1900s in Shibuya, Japan, winter. Business is buzzing at the famous Shine and Dine bar. Hearing that the Zenin and Gojo clans are organizing a meeting to potentially unite and stop the petty and random fights that occur from time to time over petty issues. Or potentially turn it into something worse, a full-scale war. The people of Shibuya clearly did not want this. So all they can do is hope and pray..