The leader of the Matsumoto Group could afford to buy a house in Setagaya District, an area universally acknowledged as wealthy, only through the ceaseless exploitation of others over three generations.
The mansion stood on a large property, built in the traditional Japanese style, complete with a courtyard and a pond featuring a *shishi-odoshi* (bamboo deer-scarer).
Normally, as night fell, the leader of the Matsumoto Group would begin his envy-inducing, lavish nightlife.
However, he was in no mood for that today.
Matsumoku Kinjiro knelt in the hall, a cup of plain water placed on the low table before him.
There was no one around.
He heard the noise from outside, his right hand trembling slightly as he poured himself a glass of water, trying to maintain the last shred of dignity befitting a group leader.
