In a society ruled by law, we should let them spend some time inside.
"Fatty, you speak."
Fatty quickly closed his eyes: "It hurts, it hurts..."
Kusunoki Kubomaru laughed and placed the Wooden Sword on his leg: "Let's make it hurt a bit more."
He panicked immediately: "Hey! No, no!"
"Then hurry up and talk."
"I, I—"
"Got a stutter?"
"No, no, it's just that I don't know how to say it."
"Say what you know."
"What I know—" Fatty thought carefully, his face bitter, "I really don't know anything."
"Don't know anything and still come out as Yakuza?" Kusunoki Kubomaru glared at him, trying to scare him.
Fatty was about to cry, glancing at the big brother kneeling on the ground: "It's big brother who made us follow him, saying someone upset him and we were here to give him some face."
Kusunoki Kubomaru didn't bother with more words and turned to walk under the streetlamp, standing in front of the man kneeling on the ground.
