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Kurokumo Clan Wakashu
Rodion
(Kurokumo Henchwoman)
C’mon, mister. We both know how much money you’re keeping in that safe.
The child said smugly, her smirk exuding an air of sharp cynicism.
The Kurokumo Clan isn’t too different from most Syndicates.
Their day job is to shake down households and businesses in the Backstreets, squeezing out every bit of spare change, all of which they label as “protection fees”.
Curiously, the child was being particularly harsh on this establishment out of all the other places.
Perhaps she heard somewhere that this man was an infamous miser and figured his money would feed her starving goons.
The child looked as if she could wrench the man by the collar and behead him at any moment, but something was holding her back.
She’s probably hoping to stay out of trouble since unauthorized action is forbidden in her Syndicate.
Oh, how fortunate for him. It looks like a guide has arrived to distract her.
Ryōshū
(Kurokumo Wakashu)
Rodya, we’ve got G.N. Finally taking hands off these shoddy missions.
Rodion
(Kurokumo Henchwoman)
…Mkay, so there’s good news, huh?
The acronym-loving guide nodded with a fellow smirk, then added as she lit her cigarette:
Ryōshū
(Kurokumo Wakashu)
We’re about to have our swords dance with the Blade Lineage.