Death of a Monster

Wasn't there something wrong with demanding loyalty from the Gokudō?

In a country where overthrowing one's superiors had become tradition and rebellions were so common they could practically be sold wholesale, did loyalty really need to exist for the underworld, which had long since discarded morality?

When Satenme asked this, Chiba Ryuji could not help but laugh. He could not be bothered to answer such a meaningless question.

"I see. So it was not betrayal in league with outsiders. Rather... you intended to establish yourself as king?"

Satenme suddenly understood and asked directly, "Where is Lawrence? That was your doing too, wasn't it?"

"That vagrant who does nothing but smoke and drink beer all day? He should be entertaining another group of friends right about now."

Chiba Ryuji lowered his head to check the time on his watch and spoke indifferently. "Internal alliance matters are best left alone by Green Sun... Wasn't that always what you thought?"

"Compared to Green Sun, there was a time when I trusted you more."

Leaning on his cane, Satenme ignored the guns aimed at him and asked wearily, "Chiba, I need not elaborate on how dire things have become... You are a rational man, even more so than I am. You should have been the hero leading everyone in resistance.

But now, what exactly are you thinking?"

Among countless possible futures, this man had fought desperately to defend the Tanba Inner Circle, even at the cost of his own life.

But now, when they should have been working together in complete sincerity, why had they turned their blades against one another from within?

For what?

Power? Money? Hatred, or revenge?

Satenme raised his voice and roared, so furious that he wanted to tear out his own vocal cords. "Chiba Ryuji, what the hell are