Note: Technically this is a crossover but since this is the first "Yakuza Reincarnation" fanfiction on this site, I need to submit the category or something.
Please check out the original work of Yakuza Reincarnation manga written by Takeshi Natsuhara and illustrated by Hiroki Miyashita.
Also, new story I need to update woooo
Chapter 1
The Dragon
The fog from the factories blanketed the morning skyline. Its choking air wrought a depressing atmosphere to the pale blue lights of the holograms and neon signs. The twinkling stars high above were denied the audience of the denizens below.
It was a city running on the last of its borrowed time.
"Half a million?! This isn't what we agreed... You said 5,000 was enough!" a paled salesman desperately argued as he nervously fumbled with his wallet.
A blonde-haired delinquent grabbed the salesman and pulled him back to his seat. "Oh, but that's just enough for the seat fee, Mr. Tanaka!" he said with a massive grin.
The girls that had kept Tanaka company took this as their cue to leave and stood up. "Bye! Bye!" they jovially called out.
"Mr. Tanaka," the delinquent said as he leered at the departing girls, "you gave your line id to those chicks, didn't ya? What a blunder..."
"Eep!" Tanaka squealed as he weakly tried to raise his arms to defend himself from the man.
"Oh, I wouldn't bother calling the cops either. This is just a little civil disagreement between us, after all, so they ain't going to get involved," the delinquent mused. "So let's hit one of the ATMs with your company card, a credit card is fine too."
His face morphed into a thoughtful look and a question formed on his lips, "Maybe we should have a chat with your boss instead, then? Or maybe your wife?"
At his words, Tanaka's eyes widened at the mention of his wife. "P-Please let me go home... I had plans with my child tomorrow..." he pleaded.
"Once you pay up," the delinquent said with a feral grin, "you can go home straight away!"
The businessman shriveled in fear as he tried to think of something, anything to weasel himself out of the situation. After all, how could he pay half a million yen to a scam when that amount could buy a brand-new car?
He began to fully break down as he began to understand the utter debt he found himself scammed with. Yet, despite being scammed, he could not dare raise his voice in protest.
The sound of the automated message on the door sounded off and it began to continually ring in his ears. Welcome! Welcome! Welcome!
"A dive like this," a wizened voice spoke up as footsteps began to approach, each step drawing a clack, "ain't the sort of place a guy with a playdate lined up with his kid should be."
Everyone looked up to find an elderly man in a suit followed closely but a big man in a tracksuit. Yet, as they approached, the delinquent's friends didn't move to block the duo. Their eyes glance between them and their central actor.
"Just look how cheap the place is, hardly worth half a million," the old man mused as he glanced at the cheap wines and glasses.
"Hey, ya know, we're just wrapping up business here. If you're gonna stand around, can't you do it somewhere else, gramps?" the delinquent asked as he let go of Tanaka and stood up.
The big, tracksuit-wearing man pulled up a chair behind. "Old man, here," he said as he pushed the chair underneath the elderly man.
"Thanks," the old man nodded as he dug in his suit for something. "Yeah, I heard a kid was playing with fire around here, so I was asked to come and stand around as you said," he said with a small grin. "My hip is killing me though, so I'll sit down if it's all the same to you."
He finally found what he was looking for and drew a card, presenting it to the delinquent. "Here's my card," he stated with a confident voice.
The delinquent took the card with a bemused expression. Scanning it, he read, "Family Head: Nagamasa Ryumatsu, Shougaku Family..." He looked up to the old man with a cocky smirk, "A printed business card?"
Tanaka, who had heard what he said, gave a small eh as he understood who joined the fray.
Yet, a massive smirk formed on the delinquent's face despite the name presented on the card. "Woah! They're here, real-life yakuza! Rare card bargain!" he shouted out, allowing everyone in the bar, including his friends, to hear his declaration.
"This is some ancient shit! Yo, mind if I post this on insta?!" one of his friends called out with a laugh.
"Yo, seriously, the real deal?! Cool!" another called out.
"Hey, punks!" Takeshi, the big man of the duo, shouted indignantly, his face and neck bulging with anger.
Amongst them... Ryumatsu thought as he looked at the blonde-haired delinquent who currently held out his phone to take a picture of the card. He must be the brains.
The delinquent, noting the stare, pocketed his phone and the card. He then pointed at the old yakuza and laughed. "Hey gramps," he called out with a big grin, "which charity shop did you pick up the cool suit from, huh?"
"Are you done playing around?" Ryumatsu asked with a relaxed, unperturbed demeanor.
"What was that?" the delinquent asked, an excited grin forming on his face.
"The score is simple. Close up shop and leave town, tonight."
"Haa?! What are you, the fucking landlord?!" The punk emphasized his ear and motioned for Ryumatsu to speak clearly. "I don't remember seeing your name on the lease!"
He then danced around a bit before grabbing a bat from one of his cronies. "Gramps, I am an honest businessman," he declared as he began to test swing the metallic weapon, "I don't force any of my customers in here. I don't beat up or kidnap people, none of that gang shit. Y'know the kind of shit you'd get up to back in the day."
The bat then came to life with a small hum. "You guys had your run," he declared as he pointed it at Ryumatsu, "so from now on, we're gonna change the face of this town. Those boring ass mom and pop stores, we'll run them all out."
He then reared back the bat as it began to crackle with electricity and swung. "We're gonna make these streets so fucking wholesome and sexy!" he crackled.
Yet, something else cracked and it wasn't a human skull.
Ryumatsu snapped out his leg, nailing the delinquent in the crotch. His simple polished heel smashed into the weak point with deadly precision.
Immediately, the delinquent keeled over in pain, his cocky expression replaced with horror.
"Ow... My hip," Ryumatsu groaned as he rubbed his pained bone. Yet, despite his words, he began to approach the delinquent. "You listening?" he said as he stopped right before the delinquent. "I don't want to see you in my town again." He then kicked the keeling adult in the head.
The delinquent landed on his ass, his face still in pain as he forced himself to sit upright with his arms as support.
Swiftly, the old yakuza grabbed the delinquent's groin and squeezed. "Got it?" he said with a gravely low voice.
"Ah!" the self-proclaimed businessman screamed as he tried to push away the hand.
Without having received a proper response, Ryumatsu squeezed harder. He gripped with enough force that his fingers were essentially burying themselves into the balls.
"A-Alright!" the delinquent screamed.
With that, Ryumatsu released his hold and wobbled back upright. It was with Takeshi's help that he was able to stand. "Good job, old man," the boisterous man said.
"Yeah, but my hip is giving me some grief though," he groaned as he began to make his way out of the shop, not bothering to send a glance to the delinquent and his crew.
When they exited, the blast of the cold, damp air hit him like a dump truck. The stench similarly hit him as well but luckily not as bad as in other cities.
"Old man, here," Takeshi said as he handed him a mask attachment.
Taking it, Ryumatsu sighed in some relief as he took a deep breath. "Okay, let's head home, shall we?" he asked as he began to make his way home.
Only to pause when a strained cough drew his attention.
Looking around, he found the source of the disparaging cough and made his way to the alleyway. There, he found two children and a woman huddled together around a fire. They all looked at him, both with curiosity and fear.
"Hey, mind if I sit here for a bit?" he asked as he approached the little family.
Immediately, the trio scooted closer together and backed away slightly as Takeshi's large form hovered in view. "O-Of course..." the woman muttered.
Nodding, he sat down and waved his companion away. "I will see you tomorrow, Takeshi," he said.
His underling bowed. "See you tomorrow, old man," he said respectfully before departing.
Though, undoubtedly the big fella was going to stay around the corner just in case anything were to occur.
"Where's the father?" he asked the mother as he warmed himself in the fire.
"I don't know..." she replied distantly as she tried her best to cover herself and her children.
"I see... A night gig?" he asked as he looks at her with a sympathetic expression. She is young too and most likely dropped out of high school...
"Yes..."
He rubbed his chin, thinking to himself before looking at her. "Here," he said as he drew out some cash, "use this money to get you a cheap rental in the good part of town and some decent clothes. Get a good job and work your ass off for your kids."
The woman looked at him in astonishment before slowly reaching out over the fire. "T-Thank you..." she muttered as her eyes glued themselves to the cash.
"You don't take drugs, right?" he asked as he rolled his neck. She looks healthy enough, if not a bit scrappy.
"I don't," she nodded with renewed vigor.
He then looked at the kids with a quaint smile. "Don't give your mom a hard time, kids," he said with a soothing voice. "You gotta protect her, okay? Make she doesn't take any bad stuff or do bad stuff, hm?"
The kids looked at each other before proclaiming, "Okay!" This made both him and the woman smile.
"I better get going now," he mused before sending a glance at the woman. "Raise them well, give them love, and nurture them... That's the best you can do for them and yourself."
He then stood up and rolled his hips. "Ah... My hips are killing me..." he muttered before pausing. "Here," he said as he took off his jacket and threw it at the boy of the kids. "You're the man of the family so make sure you don't cause too much trouble to your mom, okay?"
At this gesture, the boy stood up and shouted, "I will protect mama and sis!"
"Tell that to them!" he shouted back as he walked away.
With that particular business finished, he headed home and hopped into the bath. The steaming bath provides a great sense of comfort to himself and his elder body.
Stepping out of the steam-filled bathroom, he made his way to the fridge. The strawberry milk that lay resting inside was a sweet thought in his mind after a nice steam bath.
As he moved past his entrance hallway, in the corner of his eye, a small flash drew his attention.
"Home run!" the blonde-haired delinquent shouted with delight as he swung his shock bat.
On pure instinct, Ryumatsu ducked underneath the swing. Yet due to his sudden and low movement, his hip pain flared up, briefly immobilizing him in pain. "My hip!" he cursed.
"Welcome to the baseball club!" the delinquent declared giddily. He made some distance between them, pointing his bat at the yakuza. "This time it's your turn to get fucked!"
As he spoke, a dozen of his goons emerged from the bedroom, kitchen, and front door. In their hands, hummed their shock bats.
"Let me take a good swing at that big head of yours!" he shouted as he swung again.
Ryumatsu took a quick step back, allowing it to barely pass by his face. Once fully passed, he then took a step forward and aimed a right hook at the delinquent's smug face.
"Oh! Scary!" the delinquent spat as he dodged the attack. "I am not pissing myself yet!" he laughed as he rebounded and aimed a strike.
This time, Ryumatsu couldn't dodge it and was forced to block it.
The electrified bat smashed onto his arm, drawing blood and shocking him. He backpedaled, almost tripping over himself from the pain and the numbness his mind was feeling. His moves... I can see them...
He narrowed his eyes as he tried to dodge the follow-up strike but found himself clipped by the electricity. Briefly freezing from the spasm, he was then subjected to a kick in the stomach. I can see where I can strike him to win... His eyes glared at the exposed kneecap. But still...
Even if I can think of it, this miserly body of mine won't move the way I need it to... He grabbed the leg and tried to smash his fist into it but the weakness of his arms showcased itself when his grip on the leg failed to hold.
How pathetic... The delinquent then aimed another strike. How did this happen?
"If you want to die, die in a blaze. For a dragon who ascends in flames is unbound by mortality."
"I am taking you with me!" he roared as he sidestepped the strike and charged the punk. His arms gripped and lifted the delinquent in the air as he ran towards the window.
"Geezer!" the delinquent cursed in a panic as he tried to claw at the old man's shirt, ripping it apart to reveal something underneath.
"Can you see her?" Ryumatsu asked as they were about to hit the glass. A wide grin formed on his face as his eyes lit up with determination. "The Tennyo?"
The window shattered and allowed them to descend into the ocean. With him closing his eyes and taking his one last breath.
Yet as he crashed into the water, he did not feel pain. This is extremely odd considering jumping into the water at the height his apparent was could kill anybody.
This is a bad omen, isn't it? he thought to himself. I suppose I lost my chance for a blaze a long time ago...
He opened his eyes, looking at the waning moon high above the ocean. Tennyo, was I wrong? Was living as an uptight yakuza truly the right thing to do?
It was then that a massive face appeared high above him, its striking beauty stunning him for a moment. What the...?
He then felt something pierce him, right in the heart. When he dared to look down, he found a massive finger piercing him. Then it pushed onwards and ripped through his body.
"Did he break through the defenses?! There are 300 men and automatons out there!"
"Is that a woman tattooed on his back?!"
"I-It's the dragon!"
He coughed violently, spitting out water as he keeled over. A forest?
He was cold, terribly so as his damp clothes made him frigid despite the warm night. He tried to look around but his gaze was hazy with his consciousness teetering on collapse. Was I washed up here?
Yet, despite this haze, he spotted distant figures a fair distance away. I see... They are here to finish the job, he thought to himself as he tried to clamber to his feet.
As the figures got closer, however, he soon realized something strange. "Huh?" a girly voice uttered with confusion.
He blinked as he took a look around him, his eyes scanning his immediate vicinity for the girl who said that. "Hah... My age is getting-" the girl spoke again, echoing his thoughts and his words.
The confusion began to well up within him as he realized that the girl's voice was his. What in the world...
"Looks like she's still alive," one of the approaching figures approached as they emerged from the darkness and entered the moonlight.
Ryumatsu's confusion morphed from the girl to them in almost an instant. While he did not consider himself a close-minded person, the appearance of the people before him confounded him.
Are they wearing furry suits? he asked himself as he tried to stand. They are quite tall...
Only for him to be tugged by something that clung to his body. "Ugh..." he groaned as he stumbled a bit. Turning, he found what had clung onto him, or rather what was weighing him down.
He wore a brown raggedy cloak of some sort, an article of clothing he did not remember equipping. Its cloth had gotten stuck into some mud, hampering his movement to stand.
His confusion morphed into frustration as he grabbed the cloak. "These rags are in the way!" he growled as he ripped it off his shoulders.
"It would seem we have underestimated you," a tall, bipedal goat chuckled as it strode ahead of his companions. Its black fur swayed in the wind and was supplemented loosely with plate armor and chainmail.
"You rabbit men had your chance," it called back to some of its companions. "We bafolk will take the first bite out of dragon blood!"
Ryumatsu staggered to his feet as he looked at the incoming assailants. He counted five of them, all of them goat-costume-wearing furries. As he counted, his body fell into his stance. "Are you ready to get your molars ripped from your taints?!" the girly voice yelled as he roared the same words.
He doesn't know why... But his body feels lighter than before. Perhaps it had something to do with the girly voice?
Nevertheless, his body moved. First, he shot toward the person to his left. Seeing as all of them were at least double his height, he decided to break their legs.
The goat-wearing weirdo he targeted didn't even react, seemingly high off of victory and easy prey. They lack discipline, he mused as smashed his fist into the person's left kneecap.
A sickening crack rang in his ears as he tore through the guy's leg. Its results briefly confused him, making him blink a bit at the gore on his fist... Wait, why is my hand so small?
"Argh!" the guy screamed in utter pain as he collapsed on the ground, withering in pure agony and clutching his leg.
His scream and the lack of Ryumatsu's presence caused the rest of the weirdos to pause in their charge. All of their eyes immediately snapped to their injured companion and then to Ryumatsu's form.
They all exchanged glances, confused at what was happening. "Did she tear his leg?" one of the questioned.
The people who had stayed put in their position, the ones who didn't seem to have a suit on beyond some rabbit ears, immediately drew their knives. "She is awakening!" one of them shouted as they all charged at Ryumatsu.
The goat-suited men reacted to their long-eared companions and charged once more.
Meanwhile, Ryumatsu flexed his hand and then looked at the incoming enemies. "Come at me, you punks!" he shouted, his mind ignoring the girl's voice.
He dodged over the first attacker, jumping over its ax and then smashing his knee in its face.
Landing on the ground again, he blocked a swipe from one of the rabbit people at the wrist, preventing the blade from slashing at him. He then quickly countered by grabbing the offending arm and then used a throw to send it flying.
Some other furries utilized his current unfavorable stance and swarmed.
He sidestepped a trio of thrown knives and then backstepped a sword swing from one of the rabbits. Yet, as was with any backstep, he was briefly vulnerable.
The black goatman swiftly exploited this by coordinating with one of his buddies to flank from both sides. Their ax and halberd combo came in frightening swiftly.
Gritting his teeth, Ryumatsu forced himself onto the ground by digging his lead foot's heel and used the momentum of his backpedal to accelerate his fall.
He watched as a strand of pinkish-red hair was cut before his eyes. Yet, despite having dodged it, he felt some pain in his chest.
Rolling away, he quickly got to his feet and retreated behind a tree as numerous knives embedded themselves into it.
"I feel so light," he remarked to himself as he shot off away from the tree as it was destroyed by a white goatman. Yet, I am so out of breath...
He panted haggardly, his breathing having faltered at the exertion. "Hah... I am so tired," he chuckled a bit as he took a quick breather. This reminds me of that battle so long ago...
It was then that the sound of hooves reached his ears.
"[Fireball!]"
A brilliant light pierced the darkness and shot behind Ryumatsu, into the mass of incoming enemies. To confirm that it did indeed hit, screams and shouts rang from behind.
Peaking, he bore witness with all the animal-wearing punks aflame and attempting to put it out. Then another was shot.
"[Fireball!]" a woman's voice called out as another light shot from his right and hit a rabbit, ear-wearing assailant. The poor guy flailed about before succumbing.
The animal suit-wearing punks scattered and ran with their tail between their legs. His brief show of strength and the fireballs broke their morale and any sense of mind.
"Princess! Thank goodness you are safe!" an unhelmeted, armored man shouted as he ran towards Ryumatsu. Running alongside him was a hooded woman wielding a staff. "I am so sorry for not being able to protect you! I didn't expect the foul beasts to gain entrance through the Minotaur Kingdom and ambush us!"
At those words, the gears in the old yakuza's brain began to slowly click. To confirm his growing suspicion, he looked down and put a hand on his chest. Squish...? he asked himself, utterly left confused at the strange sensation.
"Your highness, are you alright?" the hooded woman, who seemed to be of a darker skin tone, asked worriedly.
"The foul beasts didn't hurt you did they?!" the armored man shouted with overbearing concern. He got in close and put his gauntleted hands on Ryumatsu's shoulders. "Princess! Prince-!"
Instincts kicked in for the wizened yakuza as he grabbed the man's armored collar and threatened a punch. "Hah?!"
"Wait! Hold on, princess!" the man hastily said as he raised his hands in surrender. When Ryumatsu kept his grip, however, he quickly added, "It's me, Sir Giovanni!"
Ryumatsu came back to his senses and let the man go. "Giovanni?" he asked as he set herself down again to recatch his breath and rest a bit.
"Yes, it is I, Sir Giovanni!" the boisterous man declared with a puff of his chest.
Once he released his grip, the man immediately shot at the woman. "Princess Ryuu, who could never hurt a fly, was... was about to hit me! What is the meaning of this, Nui!"
"Are you alright, your highness?" the woman, Nui, asked as she lowered her hood, revealing an exotic-looking face and soft brown skin. Her long blonde hair was framed by a shapely beautiful face. Her eyes trailed down Ryumatsu's body, eliciting a strange feeling in the elderly man. "We must get you changed, your highness."
Ryumatsu leaned on the tree and looked at them. He felt he could trust them but at the same time, he did not know them.
They also called him, an old man, a princess, and didn't seem to be convinced otherwise. Then there was his strange youthfulness and lack of aching bones... Then there was the squish.
He looked down again and found two small but noticeable mounds.
"Could you bring me a mirror," he requested slowly as he slowly looked back up at the duo.
The woman nodded and immediately drew a sizable mirror from her sizable bag. She then handed it to Giovanni who held it before Ryumatsu.
"What the hell is this?!" he yelled as he bore witness to the answer to his confusion.
Reflected from the mirror was a young girl with pale red hair and a dainty face. A girl who mimicked his shocked expression to the bone. This isn't my body, he said to himself as he touched her long hair.
"Are you alright, princess Ryuu?" Nui asked, concern clear in her voice.
"Nui! Perhaps she is shocked by her disheveled appearance," Giovanni supplied as he looked around a bit before setting the mirror on a branch. "I shall make sure the foul beasts are properly slain!"
"You intend to slay the injured and dying?" Ryumatsu asked nonchalantly as he tried to fix the long and messy hair.
At his words, the armored knight stilled. "You intend to keep them alive, princess?" he asked with a soft tone as he looked upon his master with a look of relief.
He felt strange being referred to as a princess, it honestly felt like mockery. Though he cared little about what people thought of him, being called a princess was a new experience for a senior yakuza fighter such as himself.
Brushing such musings aside, he looked upon the bodies of the animal-wearing weirdos and decided to think a bit more open-mindedly. After all, if he had suddenly become a girl by some strange celestial intervention after dying, what is goatman to that?
"Princess, I know how kind you are," Giovanni spoke up once more, his voice tenderly and careful. "But you know that we cannot let such beasts live."
Ryumatsu mostly ignored the man as he tried to fix the long, soft hair into something beyond a seaweed. He was half thinking of cutting it off by use of a blade but the body he saw and was using was not his.
She was a tender young girl who undoubtedly was assailed and almost killed by the bipedal goats and their long-eared comrades. He didn't know why this was happening or how he got this body but he would be damned if he were to irreparably alter it without consent.
Seeing that he was struggling quite a bit, Nui approached. "Here, let me do it for you," she said as she took out a brush and moved to tend to the hair.
"Thank you, missy," he nodded then he noticed something particular. "Nui, right?" he questioned as he looked at her, taking his eyes off the mirror. "Are you an elf of some sort?"
The dark-skinned woman stilled, her long ears twitching a bit as she looked at him in shock. "Your highness... Have you lost your memories?" she asked slowly, her expression tense with trepidation.
"I still have my memories," he denied as he shook his head, "but I don't believe we met before but I vaguely feel like I can trust you and Giovanni."
He watched as Nui's lips thinned and her expression became full of pity and sympathy. "I see... To have such trust for us, I thank you, your highness," she said with a bittersweet smile. "Do you know your name?"
"My name..." he muttered as he cupped his chin and thought for a moment. "Ryuu," he said with a small nod, "that's what you called me, right?"
All he had just sprouted was the truth, not a single lie. All of which coincidentally drew sympathy
A tired but expressly saddened expression formed on Nui's face. "Yes, you are princess Ryuu but your full name is princess Sanaria Ryuu Oriculus."
Her expression softened as a proud smile formed on her lips. "The daughter of the Dragon Queen Draudillon Oriculus and the heiress of the Dragon Kingdom of Light."
Chapter 1 End
Yup, hope this is good... I love the Yakuza Reincarnation manga so I sincerely hope I did not disappoint!
Again, please check out the original work of Yakuza Reincarnation manga written by Takeshi Natsuhara and illustrated by Hiroki Miyashita.
SaveTheWeak, out.