Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2023 16:40:21 GMT -5
In the heart of Tokyo, where ancient traditions intertwined with modern skyscrapers, a gentle rain fell, cloaking the city in a translucent veil. Neon lights reflected off the wet pavements, painting the streets with a surreal, vibrant glow. Amidst this nocturnal symphony, a man, one could say a Gaijin named Gothan O'Rien found himself standing outside a sleek office building, his silhouette blurred by the rain.
Gotham's steps echoed against the pavement as he approached the entrance. The scent of wet asphalt mingled with the earthy aroma of rain-soaked foliage, creating a sensory tapestry that wrapped around him. His suit, once immaculate, clung to his frame, heavy with the weight of anticipation.
As he entered the lobby, he shook off the rain, droplets scattering like liquid diamonds. The soft hum of the building's fluorescent lights was drowned out by the rhythmic percussion of rain against the windows. Gotham's heart drummed in sync with the rain, anticipation and nervousness intertwining within him.
The elevator doors slid open, revealing a corridor of polished marble. At the end of the hallway, bathed in the soft glow of a desk lamp, stood his boss, Mr. Yamaguchi. A man of few words, Mr. Yamaguchi's presence commanded respect as he was the head of the famed Yamaguchi Crime Family. Tonight, his usually stern face held a peculiar mix of sternness and something else, something unreadable.
Gotham approached, his shoes making a muffled sound against the plush carpet. Raindrops clung to his hair and eyelashes, refracting the office lights like tiny prisms.
-Mr. Yamaguchi-
Gotham-kun
His voice low yet carrying an undeniable authority.
-Mr Yamaguchi-
You've been with the family for a long time. You have trained with the best of the best I can offer.
Gotham nodded, his throat dry, bowing to his boss in respect.
+~Gotham O'Rien~+
Yes, Mr Yamaguchi-san. Seven years.
Mr. Yamaguchi studied him for a moment, his expression inscrutable.
-Mr. Yamaguchi-
You've shown dedication, but dedication alone isn't always enough, you know. There are changes coming. Changes that require us to be adaptable, to be... ruthless.
The words hung in the air like the rain outside, heavy with implication. Gotham swallowed hard, the gravity of the moment settling upon him like a leaden shroud.
-Mr. Yamaguchi-
I trust you understand what needs to be done?
Yamaguchi continued, his gaze unwavering.
Gotham nodded again, his voice barely a whisper.
+~Gotham O'Rien~+
I understand. I will reach out to the office of Fernandez Gomez first thing when the sunrises in America. I will go take my crown and bring you heads of those who stand in the way..
The rain outside persisted, a steady rhythm that seemed to underscore the weight of their conversation. As they stood there, Oyabun and Gaijin, the world beyond the office seemed to blur, the boundaries between the rain-soaked night and the stark realities of the Japanese underworld and Professional wrestling merging into one. In that moment, Gotham realized that change was not just in the air — it was pouring down around him, and he would have to navigate the storm, no matter how fierce.
End of Chapter 1