yag excercising with a broken collarbone is gonna be in so much pain when this is over.

I recall it clearly. It's the sort of thing you don't forget. Trauma, I suppose? I'm unsure. Regardless, the team has just flown out to America. The Heir had gotten himself in trouble again, (see yesterday's log) and this time with America's largest Crime Organization led by Geese Howard. We had administered first aid last night, and this morning found he had escaped out the window.

Naturally, it's just my luck that out of the Fourth's three elite bodyguards, Me and Musashi get sent out to fetch the kid. To be honest, we have no idea what to expect. The boy was one foot in the grave just yesterday, and we were desperately afraid somebody had killed him. A long search leads up to Geese Tower itself, which is belching purple flames. The police - surprisingly - were rather accommodating in giving us access to the building, and like magic, we find our heir waiting (rather dejectedly, I might add) for us on the first floor.

We administered first aid to him again. This time, he had fallen a couple of storeys - breaking two ribs, fracturing his collarbone, and badly spraining one of his ankles. Me and Musashi were about to haul the boy out of there (he could hardly stand on his own) when Geese's hit squad open-fired on us from the staircase.

Musashi went down - poor bastard. I doubt he suffered. He caught two bullets squarely in the brain. I was luckier. I had time to activate my flames and thereby defend myself. The heir, however, went on attack, and even in such a state, had somehow wormed his way from my grasp and shot across the room - running straight into gunfire without a shred of fear. In an instant, he had cut down the four man team. Spit them wide open so their steaming intestines spilled onto the floor and all over his shoes.

Rather gruesome, I know. I thought the same myself, but I've heard the heir was well known for gratuitous violence. He must have learned it from his military campaigns. I didn't start to panic until he squatted down on his - now shattered ankles - and began digging something out of the victim's chest cavity. Judging by the way he was drooling, I could only assume he was searching for something to eat.

I was shocked and disgusted to say the least. In fact, I didn't know what to do at all. All I knew was I had been put in charge of a badly injured person who far out-ranked me, and he was now doing some unspeakably horrid things (not literally unspeakable, of course - but you should have seen it. Even recalling it makes bile rise in my throat.) You see, even though we are the elite guard of the Yagami Elders, and our power - as does the power from the entire Yagami bloodline - derive from the heir, we actually rarely see him. He moved to the United States nearly eight years ago, and only came to visit twice during that time. The elders say it's for the best (citing his excessive rowdiness as the reason) but the truth must be closer to this…

The Yagami Heir wasn't just rowdy. He was an absolute monster. Somebody even the Yakuza couldn't tolerate.

Now, I'm sure you've also heard rumors of the Blood Riot. Record of it is tucked away in old Family books. I've heard how it possesses the Yagami heir, and slowly consumes him. How it wields otherworldly strength, and channels the power of 'god' himself. How the heir served as a power source - a battery - for the rest of the clan until he himself was killed by the curse. In times past, I felt bad for the boy. I imagined him to be a tragic figure. A poor child that was doomed to suffer a terrible fate for no reason other than his unfortunate pedigree.

... but now that I behold the Blood Riot with my own eyes, all my years of quiet sympathy have been consigned to foolishness. This boy was hardly human. He was no tragic figure. He was wicked even without the curse clouding his judgement. A murderer relishing in his craft. I can still recall it clearly. The young man's eyes had rolled completely into the back of his skull, and - now that I think carefully about it - he shouldn't be seeing anything at all - yet he had managed to move about without issue. His face had changed too - the lines on his face became more pronounced, and the skin seemed to strain tight. He began chattering his now bloodstained teeth and in that moment, I was convinced the Heir had lost his mind entirely. At the very least, insanity would have absolved him from guilt for dispatching his fellow man in such brutal fashion. I mean, we are Yakuza… but we're not senseless murderers. At least we shouldn't be.

I was prepared to subdue the out-of-control heir as best I could, even to the detriment of my own health. The Fourth was very clear that I was to bring the heir safely back to him under the most grave consequence. Thus, I crossed the ruined lobby and seized the heir beneath the arms, dragging him away from the corpse he was desecrating. I had fully expected to be attacked in the most brutal fashion for such intrusion, so imagine my surprise upon finding the Heir hadn't gone insane at all.

He glared at me with his pupiless gaze, and - whilst picking bloody fibres from his teeth, scolded me. Asking if I was also going to get in his way of revenge. His voice was unsettling, as if there were two entities speaking at once - overlapping each other. One - the typical whine of the Yagami Heir, the other - a guttural growl as if from a beast. It was alien and unnatural, and I was so shocked, I almost dropped the heir to the floor.

I didn't know how I managed to loosen my tongue in that moment, but to this day I am certain the only reason I'm alive is due to the speed at which I answered. Of course, I gave a negative. It didn't look like anything was going to get between the Yagami Heir and his revenge. I opted to accompany the boy up the tower. After all, I doubted my ability to subdue the heir and drag him back myself - and I did quite want to try my newly boosted flames. If there were ever a doubt in my mind that Iori Yagami was the source of my power, it would now be swept away. I am one of the best fighters in the Yagami clan by my own right. My own flames are quite impressive compared to my peers…

However it's nothing beside the Heir. He's the origin of it all, and standing next to him - accompanying him into fiery battle - was like plugging myself straight into an infinite source of hellish flame. Although I am repulsed by the heir's abberant behavior, I also cannot deny the euphoria of invincibility which he made possible for me. I doubt I will ever weild such overwhelming power again.

We climbed the tower, me and the Heir, slaying all we laid eyes on - as were his instructions. I noted these were the men who had kidnapped our Heir, and brought shame upon our heads, so I was more than willing to assist in raining retribution upon them. The Heir wouldn't let me kill them, however - he wanted to stop and question everyone, before we sent them off. I am still unsure what he was concerned about - as my English is less than passable - but I do recall listening to him carefully questioning each one about:

'More-a-ning Sun-shy-een'

I will need to go home and check my pronunciation dictionary to see if I can figure out what the heir was searching for. He didn't seem eager to share, or otherwise explain his behavior.

In any case, there was a short respite where the Heir was thoroughly engaged in conversation. He was attempting to force an unfortunate man, who he had pinned to a wall, to utter the phrase stated above. Perhaps the man knew it was his death sentence, and refused to - continually stating he was:

'Goh-mes'

As opposed to:

'Big- Mahn'

Obviously the man's intuition was quite good, because eventually, after another bout of questioning, the Heir allowed him to go free, and instructed me not to impede his retreat to ground floor. 'Goh-mes' was the first person Iori Yagami had spared under my watch, and I was strangely proud of him for doing so - like he was a caveman exercising his puny reason to resist his violent nature.

Ah, it seems as if the heir is insisting that we continue ascending once more. I will continue the audio-log at a later time.

chad bodyguard casually roasting Yag out loud while talking into his text to speech

Also lmao gomez