"Don't judge a book by its cover," easier said than done. Of course everyone wants to appreciate inner beauty and doesn't want to be labeled as superficial. But the harsh reality is, no matter how beautiful you are on the inside, if you look like a trash can on the outside, no one is going to cast a second glance at you. Forget about taking the time to appreciate your inner beauty.
It's the same reason why when a handsome guy approaches a girl, it's called flirting, but when a ugly guy does it, it's called being a creep.
It's also the same reason why Chisaki was greatly disappointed now. In order to gauge how many potential idols were at his disposal, Chisaki called all of the Shie Hassaikai members that were in the compound to a meeting. To be honest, most of the yakuza were not good looking, plain and average at most. Some even had faces that could scare a grown man to pee his pants.
Chisaki frowned, this was not good. How was he supposed to create the next AKB48 with these? He was seriously considering sending all of them to Thailand for gender reassignment surgeries. It worked in the Backstreet Girls.* All the Yakuza members concurrently experienced a chill in their pelvis area, as if they almost lost something crucial to their male identity.
"Kurono." Chisaki called, turning to face the only hidden gem in this pile of rocks. His eyes immediately felt cleansed. Ah, he let out a sigh of relief, ordering Kurono to discard the plague mask was the best decision he made so far.
Kurono shivered under Chisaki's increasingly gentle gaze. "Umm young boss, I-I prefer wo-women." He cried out, so please stop looking at me like that!
"Duh, our main audience will be girls with too much time and money on their hands. Of course you have to like them to understand what they want from you." Chisaki patted Kurono's shoulder. "You, Kurono, will be the most important member, the one who will draw in the fans, the visual of the group! You should feel honored!"
Kurono didn't feel honored but he nodded regardless and stayed silent. In the hour he spent with the changed Young Master, he already learned the golden rule the hard way: questioning the Young Master's ideals and actions would only lead to more headaches.
But unfortunately he was the only one who learned the lesson.
"Overhaul! What has gotten into you? Why should we train to entertain the ordinary folks?! As the Yakuza, we should be the ones being entertained by them! " A bulk muscular man shouted out, interrupting Chisaki's explanation of his brilliant idol plan.
The crowd immediately followed and stood up in uproar, obviously the bulk man was not the only one who felt that way.
"Yea! Why should we learn how to dance and sing?!"
"Ya! What happened to the original plan?!"
"Yeah Overhaul! Was your brain damaged from the fall?"
"You know...it's very rude to interrupt people." Just as Chisaki finished the sentence, the bulk man who started slipped on a banana peel that appeared out of nowhere, knocking himself unconscious. The same thing happened to everyone who voiced an unpleasant comment. Stunned at the sudden turn of events, the complaints all died down and silence encroached the room.
Chisaki chuckled. "I told you interrupting people is rude! Isn't it so much better now that we don't have rude people blabbering?"