He takes care of the Kojuro Family

"Hey Elwur," Yutsuko muttered tiredly, "I'm really sorry, but my boss is putting us through the grinder for our latest work project, and there's a lot of problems that cropped up, so I'm afraid I might not be able to make it for Saturday's dinner as a heads up."

Yutsuko wanted to cry, she wanted to scream, and yet she was just a powerless woman against a powerful corporate executive, unable to do anything against him. Oh, how she wanted to shy away from that sleazebag ogling her boobs, if she had the chance.

"I will keep it for next time," Elwur answered curtly.

"Heh, curt and unbothered as always," Yutsuko remarked, "You know, you've been a hot topic among my friends ever since that day, when you stopped those Yakuza from barging into the office?"

"I am aware," Said Elwur.

"Yeah, and now they won't ever stop talking about you, the dashing quiet, silent hero who's also a hot dude with an impeccable body and face," Yutsuko remarked, smiling wryly at the thought, "Well, I wish I could chat longer, but work calls."

"Take care," Elwur said.

And the line went dead.

Yutsuko stretched her back and yawned slightly, thankful for the office's dead silence as she typed furiously at her keyboard.

Elwur hung up his smartphone, getting up from the dead person he used as a chair as he surveyed the scene of destruction before him. Corpses of dead Yakuza litter the Kojuro Family, blood staining expensive carpet flooring and marble walls in macabre patterns, leaking from severed limbs and heads and guts spilling out of torsos, the smell of piss and shit mixing with the stench of blood.

He roughly manhandled a bleeding Yakuza, pressing his finger hard into a deep laceration across his abdomen. At once the poor Yakuza screamed in pain, tears spilling from his eyes.

"The documents regarding Matoi Corporation, where are they?" Elwur demanded.

"T-The Matoi Corporation? I don't-agh!"

Elwur dug his finger deep into the laceration again, ensuring he felt the maximum possible pain without losing consciousness.

"Where?" Elwur questioned.

"I-It's in the third cabinet to the right, second drawer," The Yakuza moaned.

He was thrown to the ground, and the Yakuza breathed slightly in relief at the absence of ****.

As Elwur opened the cabinet, he meticulously and carefully searched each file before pulling out the one as described in Toshetuyek's intel. He flipped through the pages, scanning them for important details, and once he found his objective he cast a small mote of light, and in another hand he held an exact replica of the folder for Matoi Corporation with all pages accounted for, down to the very last word.

Keeping the original in the cabinet and the copy in his magic satchel, Elwur went to kneel at the Yakuza's side, and grabbed him by the hair before pulling him to eye level.

The Yakuza trembled at the look of cold, professional detachment in his eyes, an inhuman look that promised nothing but a painful **** for him. He felt weak, powerless, helpless, the very emotions every mortal despised feeling.

"W-Why are you even doing this?" He questioned, "What could possibly-"

Elwur stabbed him in the jugular with his dagger, ending his life as he crumpled to the floor a lifeless corpse. Elwur wiped his blade before sheathing it.

Kudo Shigochiyo, 3rd Patriarch of the Kojuro Family, a nasty man who made a killing in extortion and **** while dabbling in white-collared business. For several months he was busy working with the Matoi Corporation's Kobe branch office, helping Ayama Montaro get **** on his competitors and muscle into their territory in exchange for a cut of whatever profits Montaro made in his legitimate business dealings, all sent in hard cash.

Recently, however, the two had a falling out once the branch office grew big enough to dominate a sizeable portion of its competition in the programming industry, hence the presence of Kojuro Family members at the office weeks earlier. From Toshetuyek's intel, Montaro believed himself untouchable with the amount of money and power he commanded as CEO of the Kobe branch office and decided to withhold Shigochiyo's cut.

Elwur took one last look at Shigochiyo's corpse, blood pooling where he stabbed him in the neck, and left without a trace.

"My God, what a massacre..."

Police Detective Otake Miyoko flinched at the carnage she and her team bore witness to in the Kojuro Family Office. Officers catalogued evidence and marked corpse placements with forensics specialists while the rest cordoned off the entire estate to the public. Outside the cordon, journalists and news presenters were making headlines with this juiciest scoop - a lucrative business opportunity.

Miyoko sighed at the antics of the competitive, cutthroat media industry, and turned her attention to the large number of corpses being hauled off in body bags.

"So, what do we have so far?" Asked Miyoko.

"Well Miyoko, just that whoever did this was exceptionally skilled in killing," Said Officer Okabe, a veteran of thirty years of age, "Forensics investigations are still ongoing, but from what we managed to piece together so far, it seems just one person attacked the entire estate."

"One person?" Miyoko asked incredulously, "One person did all this?"

"As hard as it is to believe, that is what our findings say," Said Okabe, "What's more, he just used blades. Wounds range from throwing knives to actual swords, and the only bullets fired were from the Yakuza."

"And these cuts look extremely clean - no curves or deviations," Miyoko remarked as she leaned down to inspect a corpse yet to be moved, "Did they find anything else from the cuts?"

"No Miyoko. Some suspected ceramic blades cause those things cut really well, but found no flakes in the wounds," Said Okabe.

"So good steel then," Miyoko nodded as she stood up, "If I had to guess, something along the lines of a machete, or a kitchen knife - a cleaver of sorts - and a high-quality, expensive blade."

"You mean like those damascus steel knives costing tens of thousands of yen?" Okabe asked.

"Ten or twenty thousand yen on average, and that's one of two possible explanations," Said Miyoko, "No other steel blades chop off limbs so cleanly."

"Good point," Okabe nodded, "For once, I pity the poor fuckers who got slaughtered by this guy. Not that such scum are deserving of pity, but still."

Just then, another officer went up to them, a young female officer named Shoko with her long sleeves out.

"Detective Miyoko, we just found some very incriminating documents in the main office," Shoko reported, "They list a blackmailing and extortion contract and several transactions between the patriarch and Ayama Montaro, CEO of the Matoi Corporation Kobe branch office."

"What?" Miyoko asked, "Are you sure?"

"That's what we found, Miyoko," Said Shoko, "What's more, there's **** material on the Matoi Corporation's Board of Shareholders, listing down what actions they performed to get rid of their competitors and even unfairly **** them to give up prime plots of land for them to take over. Intimidation, bribery, the list goes on."

"Hell, we've found a real gold mine," Miyoko muttered, "Let's get this evidence back to the department, and we'll have the captain decide what to do next."

As Miyoko went to further investigate the scene, however, she could not get rid of the nagging feeling on the hairs of her neck, as if she somehow knew the culprit behind the slaughter. Her mind recalled that tall, dark-skinned man who fended off the yakuza at the Matoi Corporation office, named Elwur.

It can't be... can it?

It was just speculation, backed by no evidence, and yet her mind refused to forget this possibility.