CODE OF JINGE: His Mafia Code

Teaching Her

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"You have to learn these things, Nee-san..." The master for weaponries said. She is a little bit uptight but precisely skilled in combats. She was teaching Dara how to use the samurai, its uses and main techniques to slash flesh.

Dara squirmed a bit by the mere thought of having those samurai as her so called weapon for self defense. Why on earth does she need it?! She can't even cut a chickens neck!

"You can do it...I want you to learn it as soon as possible." She stood behind her and wrapped her arms around her, helping her to have the correct grip on the weapon. She began to swing the shiny thing in the mid air while gripping Dara's knuckles.

With sweep sudden movements, she slashed the thin air on left and right. The poor Nee-san was practically swayed along the teacher's movements, pleading silently to stop it already.

"I-can't-Ah!" She gasped every now and then. "Stop...Stop!"

The teacher instantly stops and stood straight like nothing happen. Dara spun around to her and throw the samurai on the floor. The teacher glanced at the it then to Dara. "The Oyabun expected-"

"Not a word about your Oyabun..." she held up a hand to her, panting slightly for the rigid sudden morning exercise.

Dara was a little bit annoyed when someone barge in on her room early in the morning, woke her up and brought her here in the Dojo! She hasn't eaten her breakfast yet! All they gave to her is a piece of a sinful samurai in its forgotten age.

"But the boss expected some output when he comes back...this is for your own good." She tried to convince Dara but her growling stomach is not helping.

"I can't possibly slash someone's flesh using that thing!" Dara squeaked wide eyes pointing the samurai. "If someone wants to go against me, I'll have the guards to protect me."

"Guards are not all present all the time, Nee-san. There might be circumstances that you'll be all on your own. Trust me, the feelings of being chase helplessly is quite dreadful so please Nee-san consider this plea."

Dara sighed stubbornly. "No. Period. That is final. If I'll face that situation, that might be the end of me. The end of my existence. That simple. So please, teacher...or guru, consider this plea."

Dara thrashed her way to the door, aiming to feed her hungry stomach worms.

Dara unmindfully played on her brown doll. "Tam Tam! Let's have a shopping, neh?" she nodded on the things like it could really spoke to her. "Mommy's kinda bored here, do you prepare some tricks for me, huh?" She brought it to her ear and beamed pretending to be amused on the things her toy was whispering to her.

In a distance from her, she might mistaken as someone lost in mind, some kind of a lunatic while talking to the thing. KIko and Renei came and saw Dara tossing the thing on the air while laughing so hard. She was exclaiming, talking, beaming to the toy in her own language. The mistresses could not understand she was saying.

"Nee-san... the oyabun wanted to talk to you." Kiko eyed her for some response. She stops from playing and hide the toy in her bag. She looked up to the two mistresses and tilted her head.

"If the boss needs something, will it be more appropriate for him to come here instead of me coming there? Tell the kiddo to come here."

"Nee-san!" Renei snarled at her insolence. "We understand your being ignorant on the things we valued most. But I believe that it was stressed out during your ought to the boss to give him all loyal and respect to him. Keep the code Nee-san. We highly upheld it. Respect him like we all do."