Humans were visual creatures. Under normal circumstances, people could often infer from someone's appearance whether they were dangerous. Of course, those inferences were often inaccurate—just look at Sogo Doma, whose face practically screamed harmless!
It was precisely because he understood this so well that Sogo Doma had suggested giving the ordinary Sagaru Yamazaki a makeover.
"Oh, and your hairstyle too. Yamazaki, your current hair looks far too ordinary. If you went with a mohawk and dyed it in all sorts of colors, your intimidating presence would rise even further!"
"Captain Sogo, what yakuza manga did you dig that look out of this time?! Could anyone even show their face looking like that? No, could they even walk down the street? The cops would have their eyes on them before they made it fifty meters..."
"It's not from some yakuza manga. That's an iconic look from the masterpiece Fist of the North Star! Why would the cops target you for that..."
"Captain, isn't that the look worn by fodder who get punched to death the moment they appear?" The ordinary Yamazaki retorted in his ordinary manner.
Sogo Doma: "..."
Had he been found out?
"Yamazaki, are you looking down on mohaws? Apologize to them! Do you know how hard they work? To keep their hairstyles from falling flat, they have to spend twenty-five hours a day applying hair spray..." Anyway, he just had to bluff his way through this.
"Captain, I had a mohawk myself before joining the Kondo Group..."
Sogo Doma: "..."
Eh? Was that so? Yamazaki had been getting more and more cheeky lately.
"Ahem, then you must have had it rough too..."
"Ah! Right, Captain. You were the one who told me back then that a mohawk was the hairstyle of people who got punched to death the