Tensura: Yuuki Kagurazaka

Young Master™

---Yuuki Kagurazaka's POV---

As night draped its veil over Tokyo, Kabukichō district came to life, a vibrant tapestry woven with neon lights and the energetic hum of nightlife. Nestled in the city's heart, it was more than just a red-light district; it was a captivating blend of entertainment and mystery.

In the labyrinth of Kabukichō's streets, a kaleidoscope of bars, nightclubs, and love hotels emerged, each contributing to the nocturnal pulse of the city. Yet, beyond the glittering facades, shadows lurked in the alleyways, where the neon lights painted a different tale—one of hidden violence beneath the vibrant surface of the district.

*Bang*

And of course there will be gun shots.

Wandering through the desolate alleyways, I toyed with the newly acquired smartphone in my hands. The nostalgia of embracing such advanced technology was undeniable, though the anticipation for its widespread availability lingered for a few more years.

With a lengthy black coat casually hung on my shoulders, I dismissed the need to wear it in the mild weather, letting it flow unrestricted over my pristine white shirt. The tie around my neck hung loosely, untouched, as today wasn't a momentous occasion demanding meticulous adjustments.

"Tch, you really don't know anything, huh? Useless rat..." echoed from around the bend in the alley ahead. Accompanied by a chilling scream, evidence of an interrogation lingered in the air. My steps were unhurried as I rounded the corner, the beautiful scream guiding me.

Eight imposing figures emerged—men adorned in formal attire, some concealing tattoos beneath their shirts. One among them abandoned his blazer, revealing a disheveled ensemble, while the others maintained a polished appearance in their suits.

As their eyes met mine...

"Young master..." echoed in unison, accompanied by respectful bows from everyone except the disheveled figure.

Playing the role of a benevolent superior, I reciprocated with a warm greeting, "Hey there~~ looks like you've caught the rat. Good job, all of you~~" A charm accompanied my words, expressed through a refreshing smile.

Ah, memories of the cardinal world when I was on a quest for world destruction flood my thoughts.

"Boss... I doubt he's got more intel than we already know," the lone disheveled man in the group addressed me, opting for 'boss' over 'young master.' Brown hair, towering stature, not overly muscular, adorned with sunglasses—my appointed adjutant, the right-hand man of the clan's young master.

Stepping aside, he unveiled the sorry state of our captive. Three missing fingers on his non-dominant hand, and his disheveled attire stained with vomit—a clear indication of a brutal stomach punch.

The victim, a 32-year-old chairman of an obscure company, stained with allegations of two sexual offenses and embezzlement...

"It's alright, Oogami-kun," I reassured him. "Someone like him wouldn't hold crucial information anyway." My smile remained steadfast, unwavering even in the presence of a battered and bloodied man before me.

"Eh..? But usually you... you always told us to secure intel before anything else."

Oogami-kun is very bright adjudant, though i found myself needing to explain these little things quite often.i closed my eyes while thinking that.

"Oogami-kun, there is no use in trying to squeze intel out of someone who you already knew." As i told him that he widen his eyes. He wasnt the only one, the "rat" also looks at me with widened eyes