[ To nobody's surprise, there's a healthy (for a given definition of the word) yakuza presence at the neighborhood pachinko parlor. Anywhere there's money to be made, Gojyo's discovering, especially gambling money, will attract a certain type of criminal.
It's making his mission both easier, and a hell of a lot more complicated.
He's not really interested in the asshole manager of the parlor. He's more interested in who the asshole manager reports to, and who that guy reports to. He's got a name, but now he needs either a face or a location, and he's pretty sure that, with a little more judiciously applied pressure, the pachinko rat will squeal.
...It's not a mixed metaphor. Rats squeal too. Shut up.
After Buddy's loss he's pretty much always expecting to be confronted with a couple angry gangsters, any time, any place. He's not, however, expecting to turn the corner and nearly run into a dead man. A dead man fighting a giant purple slug. ]
Line!
[ It's instinctive. He's not here to help Hakkai -- fuck Hakkai. He just wants to stare in shock at the man without having a glistening purple turd interrupting them. ]
Losers and leeches
It's making his mission both easier, and a hell of a lot more complicated.
He's not really interested in the asshole manager of the parlor. He's more interested in who the asshole manager reports to, and who that guy reports to. He's got a name, but now he needs either a face or a location, and he's pretty sure that, with a little more judiciously applied pressure, the pachinko rat will squeal.
...It's not a mixed metaphor. Rats squeal too. Shut up.
After Buddy's loss he's pretty much always expecting to be confronted with a couple angry gangsters, any time, any place. He's not, however, expecting to turn the corner and nearly run into a dead man. A dead man fighting a giant purple slug. ]
Line!
[ It's instinctive. He's not here to help Hakkai -- fuck Hakkai. He just wants to stare in shock at the man without having a glistening purple turd interrupting them. ]