With another successful mission under his belt, Aya retired to his room. His black leather overcoat still glistened with small spatters of blood from his work.
As the stoic man began to clean his katana, he sighed heavily. Tonight's mission did Aya no good to help find the man responsible for the near-complete destruction of his family. True, the streets of Tokyo were safer with one less yakuza. Aya didn't care about that.
One day, the mission would be to eliminate the one named Takatori. When that mission comes, Aya will be ready. For his sister's sake, he will succeed.