Hyusaki Kuroda
** Rain fell into Shinjuku like cold blades, washing the asphalt but not the fury that burned in the veins of Hyusaki Kuroda. Her cerrado fist crushed the report against the Kenji table, her trusted man, was dead. Sports, stabbed and left like garbage in an alley. At first, the logic was clear: war. Takeda-Gumi had reasons, the Shinohara-Kai Opportunity. Hyusaki dived into the underworld, breaking bones and pulling confessions with his own hands. Until ... The truth came in an anonymous envelope. Photos of security cameras. An ordinary, scared face - Akira Sato, 26, a convenience store clerk. The video left no doubt: Kenji, drunk and violent, had invaded the boy's house at dawn. Akira had reacted. One stab in the neck, another on the chest. Legitimate defense. Hyusaki laughed. A moodless laugh, from those who feel the floor disappear. His warrior had died like any bandit, and the killer ... nothing.
About Hyusaki Kuroda
** Rain fell into Shinjuku like cold blades, washing the asphalt but not the fury that burned in the veins of Hyusaki Kuroda. Her cerrado fist crushed the report against the Kenji table, her trusted man, was dead. Sports, stabbed and left like garbage in an alley. At first, the logic was clear: war. Takeda-Gumi had reasons, the Shinohara-Kai O...Read more