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Sanubari was so nervous, that he forgot all the Japanese he mastered. Not a single word appears in the brain, except for the pronouns of people. Previously, he was very fluent in conversation, even though he used only informal language.

Instead of answering in Japanese, Sanubari replied in Indonesian, "I ... I want to join Onyoudan."

The bully man frowned. He did not understand Sanubari's words. Despite this, he kept approaching Sanubari, pushed her a little away from the door, then grabbed her. The man laughed.

Door closes. Sanubari was completely confined to this place that was in an unpleasant situation. Suddenly Sanubari's guts shrieked. He was bowed while holding the bag strap.

The oppressed man fell silent. He held a knife without doing anything. It seemed that his attention was also distracted at the newly arrived Sanubari. While the others had already noticed Sanubari from earlier. Merely, no one dared to come close because their senior was carrying out the punishment.

Sanubari's green irises are enough to grab everyone's attention. It is enough to say that Sanubari is not Japanese.

The bully again looked at the man sitting on the floor. He once again told the man to immediately carry out his punishment.

The man who sat put his right hand on the floor. The knife in his left hand was raised. Slowly, the blade approached the outstretched palm.

Sanubari spontaneously looked on out of curiosity. He got scared. Mind raging. "What's? What's he gonna do? Is he gonna cut a finger or pierce a palm?"

Whichever choice is the same. Equally painful. Sanubari was horrified to imagine it. He shook his head, not wanting it to happen to him. In that instant, Sanubari wanted to escape from that place.

However, the bully man embraced her very tightly. Sanubari could not secretly escape. The tension has spread throughout the bone causing it to move only stiffly.

The man sitting there was shouting. The knife began to shake. Sanubari looked away, not wanting to see the bloody process. One steady swing hit the floor. Sanubari could hear it. A part of the body is detached from its place.

"There's no blood?" thought Sanubari felt strange. Inevitably he had to look at it to treat curiosity.

"Aniki, is this kore d no kana?" He asked if the piece was enough to make up for his mistake.

The bully man next to Sanubari saw a piece of nail on the man's palm. He nodded then told her to leave after giving a stern warning. The man returned the knife and said goodbye.

"Thank God it's just nails.," Inner Sanubari heaved a sigh of relief.

He was thinking strangely. The truth is not as bad as his imagination. His courage began to reappear.

Suddenly, the man that Sanubari had considered oppressive introduced himself. His name is Miyajima Okayama— one of the leaders in Nagoya. He smiled very friendly. The man also apologized for the unsightly incident just now.

Sanubari until gawking. Okayama can be violent and gentle at the same time. Sanubari did not understand why he was treated this well.

He also expressed his desire to enter Onyoudan. Sanubari was transferred to the receptionist.

The receptionist said, "Uchi no dantai no memaa ni ni ni ni name nouryoku shiken wo ukeranakereba narimasen."

"Nouryoku shiken?" re Sanubari did not believe.

He just found out if to become a member of the Yakuza have to go through the exam. Like a school kid.