Night had already fallen over the sleepless metropolis of Tokyo, Japan. The inky, starless sky contrasted by the ever bright, luminous city below, like the light of the heavens had dripped away from the sky and was now covering the land itself.
At this time Tokyo showed a new face. Under the cover of night it showed its true face. The young and restless frequented busy clubs to lose themselves in dancing, music, alcohol, drugs, and all manner of carnal passions. The old and powerful gathered at extravagant parties where they shared false smiles and empty laughter, looking down on the city they owned below them while still reaching up to the heavens for more riches.
Somewhere in the Tokyo port, members of the Sumiyoshi-kai yakuza were welcoming in a ship full of precious cargo. Pretty girls from Mainland Asia and the Philippines, lured to Japan illegally with promises of fame, fortune and great business opportunity and who would soon be forced into working as strippers and prostitutes for the benefit of the group.
Somewhere in the heart of the city a family man cocks his gun, aims and pulls the trigger. Another contract completed, another life taken, another story ended, another month of food in his children's bellies.
Under the cover of the night, Tokyo shows its ugliest side like badges of honor, revels in its violence, its ignorance, its selfishness and its corruption without shame.
In one of Tokyo's tallest towers, a woman looks down on the city, but she does not smile like the fat pigs who think they own the land they can look down on. Through the shine of heaven's lights that would disguise the city as a beautiful now, she peers into the soul of her city and sees the ugliness of hell clinging to every street, wall and person below her. She sees a city in desperate need of change, of order, of cleansing. She sees a city that has been allowed to remain godless for far too long, and she soon intends to correct that mistake with her own hands.
In her peripheral vision, through a stray lock of snow white hair, she sees a man approach her, but she does not acknowledge him. He places his hands on the silky soft skin of her shoulders exposed by her kimono and speaks softly into her ear. "Your subjects are waiting, your imperial highness."
Without a word she turns around, the man stepping out of her way, to the side, and she walks past him without giving him even a single glance. Two servants open a large ebony mahogany door and she steps into the room alone, the door is promptly closed behind her.
She looks over the room, the board room that had once served as the meeting pace of the Habakiri Group's board of directors. Now, it was her war room, and sitting around the long, oval wooden table, in the exquisite leather chairs once occupied by some of Japan's wealthiest men, were her four generals.
Konno Mitsune, her long-time acquaintance and the only person in the world, even amongst the disciples that she would consider calling a friend. A charismatic woman who knows who to get her way, and has a truly frightening physically dominating weapon which she wields with uncharacteristic ferocity as well as strong connections to japan's underworld.
Isa Tatou, A deceitful, selfish, whimsical and frightening woman. Charming and easy to underestimate but manipulative and lethal, possessing a power that makes her notoriously hard to kill. One could hardly ask for a more effective covert weapon.
Evan Manesuru a strange foreigner, new to the world of the disciples and their legacy, but burning with a dark fire within that will give him the strength to destroy all obstacles standing between him and his goal and the innate ability to adapt to any situation that will come in his way.
Kaburagi Kodama, A prodigy amongst heads rivaling herself in how easily and naturally she masters her weapon, youngest of the heads and missing an arm, and yet a lethal archer without peer. she has seen enough of the world's darkness in her life to see how desperately it needs change.
With these four under her command, Habakiri Tsurugi knew hat she would be capable of accomplishing her goals flawlessly, and that soon the world would be hers to reshape with the power of the gods.
The young, icy woman took her seat at the table's head, her secretary quickly coming forward and placing files before her, though Tsurugi paid them no mind for now. Instead she looked at her generals coldly and addressed them. "I thank you all for coming here on such short notice. I understand that you all have been placed under severe pressure due to the recent events but, rest assured, our inactivity will soon be coming to a close. The preparations I have made have almost reached completion and information gathered by my agents reveal that, predictably, the so-called 'loyalists' will stand against us in our just mission. War with those we may once have called our allies is, regrettably, inevitable, but rest assured my comrades, we are guided by justice, our vision will prevail, and together we will usher in a new age for this corrupted world. However, if any have concerns they wish to voice, now would be the time to make them heard."