“What are you doing, you bastard?”
Even the few yakuza members were startled by Kohei Ichiro’s insane behavior.
Takahashi picked up the empty wine bottle on the table and smashed it toward his head, but Kohei Ichiro suddenly raised his hand and caught it.
“You know?”
Kohei Ichiro raised his head, his expression unusually calm, “I was going to endure it.”
“For my daughter, I can endure!!”
As he spoke, he crushed the wine bottle with his bare hands, grabbed a shard of glass, and stabbed it into Takahashi's eye.
“But why did you touch my daughter?!”
Kohei Ichiro roared this question.
His expression twisted with fury, he grabbed Takahashi’s hair and slammed him repeatedly against the wall.
“Takahashi-san.”
The remaining two thugs panicked at first, then pulled out their switchblades and charged forward, one from each side.
“You.”
Kohei Ichiro turned his head, holding Takahashi’s head in one hand, his other finger pointed at the two thugs, his voice calm, “My wife and father’s deaths were all because of you, so I will entertain you properly today.”
Clack! Clack! Clack!
As soon as he finished speaking, Takahashi’s legs kicked wildly in the air, his screams echoing hauntingly. Kohei Ichiro lifted him with one hand and pulled out a ghastly white tailbone from his back.
...
“Caw caw——”
Outside Kohei Ichiro's room, on a tangled network of utility poles, a few crows preened their feathers, their blood-red pupils reflecting everything happening inside the room.
One of them turned its head to look at Conan, who had been sneaking up quietly.
“It’s here.”
Conan stood outside the apartment building, observing.
Based on his experience, people with such death-filled eyes usually went down two paths.
Either they commit suicide or they kill.
So he wanted to come over and stop this from happening.
“There seemed to be a few yakuza members who went inside, was it because of loan sharks?”
Walking quickly upstairs, Conan assessed which floor the despondent man lived on.
“So… so strong, the smell of blood.”
Moments later, he knew he didn't need to assess anymore. The innermost room on the sixth floor, the door was closed tightly, and a strong smell of blood emanated from there.
Conan took a deep breath and cautiously walked over, but his body suddenly froze.
The grotesque bone spikes pierced through the door, only a few inches from his body.
Kohei Ichiro slowly opened the door, his face still covered in blood, his expression calm as he asked, “Little friend, is there something wrong?”
“No… nothing.”
Conan gave a smile more painful than crying.
......
Half an hour later, Kyoto Prefecture police received a report, and police cars surrounded the dilapidated apartment building where Kohei Ichiro lived.
“First team.”
“Second team.”
The officers were fully armed and cautiously approached the room where the killer was, but the perpetrator had already left.
In the sea of crimson blood, there was only one bound child there twisting and turning, his face and body covered in blood.
“How come there’s a kid?!”
The police chief in charge frowned, untied the ropes binding Conan, and asked kindly, “Little friend, you…”
“Ugh!!”
Before he could finish, Conan vomited profusely, almost throwing up his stomach acid.
So brutal!!
The killer had actually slowly dismembered the two yakuza members, even Conan’s tough nerves couldn’t take it.
“Hey, how come you’re just vomiting.”
The police chief, who was covered in vomit, thought to himself how unlucky he was, but when he saw the horrifying wounds on the corpses, his face turned white.
“Ugh!!”
The police chief covered his mouth.
......
“Waaaa waaaa——”
Not long after, more police cars were dispatched, searching for the perpetrator across different districts of Kyoto.
But by then, Kohei Ichiro had already left. He arrived at a hot spring villa complex in the Kyoto suburbs.
This place housed a base for the Sumiyoshi-kai, officially known as Ishii Financial Company, specializing in loan sharking.
Every day, they would see some unlucky souls with their heads hung low, caught in the loan shark trap, being squeezed dry of their last bit of value.
“What are you doing, you jerk?”
It wasn’t until Kohei Ichiro reached the bottom of the Ishii Company building that someone paid attention to him.
After all, there were too many down-and-out middle-aged men like him. Desperate, they basically all came here to seek help.
And the company’s sales staff would assess their assets in detail, including whether they had real estate, whether they had a beautiful wife or daughter, before deciding whether to loan them money.
Well, this one in front of him looked like the kind of unlucky fellow who couldn’t repay the money.
Maeda Inu, who had joined the Sumiyoshi-kai five years ago, thought to himself, and shoved Kohei Ichiro.
“Is Ishii-san in? I’m here to pay back the money.”
Kohei Ichiro’s voice was calm, not caring about the menacing or mocking expressions on the yakuza members’ faces.
“Looking for Ishii-san? Of course, he's inside."
Maeda Inu burst out laughing. "But guys like you, you're not worthy of seeing him.”
“Is that so?”
Kohei Ichiro nodded and approached Maeda Inu.
“What are you trying to do?”
Maeda Inu sensed something was wrong.
“I told you, I’m here to pay back the money.”
Kohei Ichiro’s voice was calm, his hand gripped Maeda Inu’s neck, slowly pulling out his ghastly white tailbone.
“Aa! Aaaa——”
Maeda Inu screamed, but the moment the tailbone was completely separated, the screams stopped abruptly.
“Wh… what the… ”
In the lobby on the first floor, a few yakuza members who were discussing where to go after work retreated in shock.
Someone recognized Kohei Ichiro’s bloodstained face and trembled, “Kohei Ichiro?!”
“That’s right, it’s me.”
Kohei Ichiro wiped the blood off his face, and grabbed the bone sword with his other hand, stabbing a guy who tried to run away.
“Aaaa!!”
As the painful screams rang out, Kohei Ichiro pulled out the bone sword, his eyes cold, “I’m here to pay back the money, but I don’t have any, so I’ll kill you all, then our accounts will be settled, right?”
“You, you…”
The yakuza looked at Kohei Ichiro with fear, one of the higher-ranking members gritted his teeth and drew his gun.
Bang Bang!!
The bullets hit Kohei Ichiro, but quickly exited his body.
He looked at these scum of the earth, shook his head with a smile, suddenly shot forward, and roared angrily,
“You deserve to die!!”
As soon as the words left his mouth, dozens of ghastly white bone spikes erupted from his body, like a legendary demon.
......