Betrayal in a Red Suit

YAKUZA DAIRIES – VOLUME ZERO
Chapter 1 – Bound by Oath.
Part 1.

I am Kiryu, I eat money to get stronger and have such a mighty ass it can be seen through a jacket. [So far, so IRL, I’m on board]

[Shut up]

Early observations:
Nishiki looks like betrayal in a red suit.
My magic fists cause sobriety.
I do not fully understand JPY as a currency; money falls out of mens if I hits them and big number goes ka-ching. I will hits more mens with my magic sobriety fists.

PLOT POINT.
So I accidentally did a murder.
OR DID I.
Maybe Nishiki was late because he was murdering the mark, as he seems to know about the job and Has Ambition… now he’s pointing me at a specific boss, like a handsome muscular bullet with the voice of an angel. HMMM.

[IS THIS WHY HE WORE RED THE CRAFTY BASTARD]

Also, on that point about singing, Karaoke might have sprained something. Bloody hell I have a hard enough time with rhythm games as it is without it turning into a Whitesnake video unannounced. I can’t laugh that hard and push buttons at the same time.

Investigation suggests I have been framed for this murder-doing [yathink?]. I must solve this mystery by finding and presumably assaulting a loan shark with my clue-detection fist style. I will deploy my mighty sleuth-thews and chiseled jaw in pursuit of justice, because I am an upstanding member. Of the Yakuza. What. Yes. Quite.

Regarding my fists and their magical properties, a homeless fighting expert called Bacchus has introduced me to a fisting master who can give me special lessons in a parking lot. It will help my career and combat prowess, apparently. I have not yet found the in-game option to report people to the police; I suspect it will unlock later.

This mission seems to be vitally important, but I have made a discovery. (!)
Having been accosted by HOOLIGANS (as a change of pace from DELINQUENTS and/or DRUNKARDS) I have discovered the option of picking up nearby objects to use as weapons. Thusly, I am struggling to find a reason not to spend the rest of my evening beating the living shit of these mens with a giant traffic cone until money falls out, sobriety fists be damned.
Big orange is gonna getcha, big orange is gonna getcha good.

UNTIL NEXT TIME FRIENDS.

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