A week after the fight, where Abuelo and his men killed the Japanese Ultranationalists as expected they were reported missing after not coming home for about a day later. We heard this over the radio but decided to not help the cops, cause if they ain't gonna treat us as human beings then why should we help them?
Although eventually cops gave up after a week of searching and no evidence not even a body, their bodies were after all in the sewers and were probably floating in the middle of either Tokyo Bay or somewhere in the alien sea probably eaten by a giant kraken, our weapons on the other hand were cleaned almost immediately by the wives and women in the neighborhood when we got home, they went one step further to hide the cleaning place in a pig slaughterhouse, since it formerly was a pig slaughterhouse ran by Abuelos daughter and her husband before the transference and had shut down due to the lack of pigs coming in due to the transference and a mandatory energy conservation.
The cops never came by our area surprisingly enough it seems the governments incompetency seems to have spreaded towards law enforcement as well. Well whatever the reason was it looks like they ain't gonna find us for a while after all we killed the bastards but if they can't find the body then there's barely any evidence other than the fact they existed, and now that family is grieving, bitch come on we've been grieving for the past fucking month and no one is giving a shit other than treating us as inferiors.
We barely get any government aide as it is so might as well just kill us while you're at it, well here is what I think, we start our own country and allow us to do our own thing, the Japanese are protesting wars when they don't realize in this world is to eat or get eaten that's what I see from what news papers I can get from Qua-Toyne about whatever world news they get, and even then the Japanese don't see the war we're fighting, the foreign nationals have now stopped protesting the war and is now protesting about treating us as actual fucking human beings, I'm no longer sad I'm pissed now on how the government is deciding to handle this, we're in a fucking crisis and the Prime minister did declare war without support from the diet, if I was in his position where's there's a food shortage I would've declared war to secure food and resources, but he should've at least consulted the National Diet before doing anything drastic.
But even then considering the diets reaction to his war declaration they would've probably blocked it either way, that wouldn't have not stopped the prime minister either considering he's a nationalist that is willing to do anything to make his country great again even though it was on leash for the past eighty years for a good reason.
Even then Nationalistic fever has a tendency to come back from the dead with a charming enough leader even with an education system and a government that is so anti-war they would rather starve than break their streak for no wars, but after a while the stomach will eventually do the talking.
Like with what I'm about to do to the couple of men following me, and kill them after all I've begun taking a knife on me for self defense, my boss didn't know about the knife, the militia already has a plan if your getting followed, ignore the followers until they get bored and leave or if they attack you, you have every right to defend yourself and kill them, but make sure you hide the body in the sewers and clean up after yourself to leave as little evidence as you possibly can. The guns are only reserved for the most important of things like we end up at war with the Yakuza which will be a problem, considering there were rumors about them buying wyverns, so in response we've been getting/making anti-wyvern weaponry, we are essentially in an arms race with the Yakuza.
But things are calm as Abuelo prefers diplomacy over war, until they can no longer do diplomacy to get what we want then war it will be, our Militia is being referred as the "Foreigner Legion" by the Japanese that pass through our territory, and known by the Ultranationalists as the "Pigs Joke" believing they can take us down with their numbers which matters little when your facing off dudes with automatic assault rifles, shotguns, along with body armor and possibly airsupport like wyverns.
Although we can't exactly buy wyverns right now, we can trade guns for the damn things which Abuelo is in fact planning, in other words opening a god damn weapons factory in Qua-Toyne. We may not have the wealth or power the Yakuza has but we sure can with enough will and time get our own wealth and power.
I already see the benefits of opening a weapons factory in Qua-Toyne, the Qua-Toynians get much more modern weapons on a smaller scale so we don't piss off the Japanese government, and we get a stable supply of money, which we can use to buy more modern army surplus weaponry, and armor.
Which may end becoming a basis for the very future company known as "Foreign Weaponry Co." whose plan is to sell and produce old weaponry, like the M1 garand, Springfield, for example to the nations of this new world, and possibly some vehicles who knows. But either way that's far off into the future considering the current state of the economy is in as of right now.
I then turned my mind from the inner thoughts towards the two men following me, they were still there. I decided to observe them a bit closer by calling in reinforcements but discreetly in other words the men are going to watch them through the apartment windows as I am in our territory as of right now. They may not realize it but there are people currently surrounding us as we speak.
I soon passed another alleyway where a militiaman was hiding around a corner, we met eyes, nodding towards him giving the go ahead to subdue the two men all I could see was his eyes behind goggles with his mouth covered by a mask.
In the recent weeks we've been getting our hands on more modern equipment and radios which allows for quick communications so we're a force to be reckoned with already. The militia men then gave the go ahead for the squad surrounding the alleyway which should be in a couple of seconds either be filled with two dead bodies that will soon be in the sewers going out towards sea, or two men missing.
Then it happened four militia men grabbed the two men and threw them on the ground holding them like they're about to be arrested.
"You really thought I wasn't going to notice you two following me around, in recent days I've gotten really good at looking around my surroundings. So why are you following me?" I asked, the two men looked at me in shock, confused at how I had an army under my control.
"We were following you because we thought you were related to the disappearance of the two Japanese men!" Said one the men groaning under the weight of the two militiamen holding them down.
"Recógelos, yo no los quieren muerto hasta yo averiguar por qué fueron siguiente a mí." I ordered, the militiamen then picked the two Japanese up, and held them in place.
"Who are you?" I asked them, and they began to sweat like a waterfall.
"We-we are from the police department." They said,
"Comprobarlos." I ordered my men, dutifully they began to check their pockets, for any wallets, along with any secret pockets. When they finished they gave me a wallet with numerous cards, and an I.D card identifying them as someone who is most likely associated with the Yakuza.
"Llévalos a el matadero." I ordered my men, who then picked them up, usually kidnapping people is illegal as long as you're not caught, and no one here is not going to report us as we're essentially the police here.
After walking for about five minutes we arrived at the slaughterhouse. It was very dark since a mandatory blackout curfew came into effect usually at 8:30 a few minutes before the sun sets. The only light we could see in the building came mostly from candle light. I knocked on the door, after a few seconds of waiting the door opened revealing a relatively beautiful woman that was Abuelos' daughter.
She sighed but didn't say anything, she then moved out of the way allowing out of the way allowing in. The me and militiamen in. The militiamen were the first in the building dragging the two men who then put them into the basementment where expired pig carcasses held and were put in put into furnaces. It was a great place to hide bodies since you can burn them easily hiding most evidence.
The militiamen tied the two japanese men into chairs preventing them from going anywhere, "Who are you associated with?" I asked them with a hint of hostility to my voice, over the past month it's clear that I changed a lot, from a meek, relatively quiet person who only speaks when spoken first most of the time to someone who is threatening people to get what he wants.
The two men refused to speak about who they are, even though I have their I.Ds' along with their money so I can essentially leave them in the dump if I wanted to. After waiting another minute of no responses, I brought out the belt and hit one of them with it, he yelped in pain. I wasn't one who wouldn't hit someone unless I was attacked first, so I left that to my men.
Even after beating the two they still wouldn't say who they were associated with, " Persistent." I said to myself, "Ponerlos en el agua, y dejarlos ahí para un minuto." I ordered, my men untied the Japanese, they didn't understand what I said, they thought I was releasing them.
"Thank you sir." they said.
"Are you stupid I'm not releasing you? You're thanking me for dunking you in water." I said to them, while my men were picking him up.
"Wait, no… no, no… mmmhghhgh." He said right when he was being put in water.
"You, how about you tell me who you are before you get dunked into water as well." I said to them, but he didn't budge about any information.
"Ustedes ir interrogarlos, voy a dormir. Si ellos no dinos por doce detenerse hasta Seis. Que las mujeres los cuiden." I ordered, then promptly left the slaughter house.
By twelve the two men hadn't given up any information about them as of yet and the militiamen left when a Korean woman volunteered to help the two Japanese men in the basement of the Pig Slaughterhouse.
The next morning I came down to the basement of the slaughter house, the men were tired most likely from a long night with one of the volunteers. The volunteer on the other hand was also tired but was willing to tell me how it went.
"I would like to say sir that last night went great, I learned who they are associated with!" She said excitedly.
"What did you learn?" I asked.
"Other than them being terrible at doing it, I learned that they are in fact related with the Yakuza, to the point where they are goons for one of the most influential Yakuza, Kenichi Shinoda." She reported, my eyes widened at the report. No wonder why they were so quiet about their association they wanted to get the jump on us.
"Excuse me, I'm going to go meet with Abuelo about these revelations, we may be at war soon." I said, before leaving the slaughter house towards Abuelos' house.
Authors notes:
I'm gonna break this chapter into two parts because I can also. I'm probably going to wait for the next chapter of NHS Kai when I get to GVE's invasion of Paganda and Leifor so I have some more material.