You Basically Out Crazy-ed The Yakuza.

You stilled your mind as Shio-Sensei had taught you and climb out of the car. You were only 15 at the time but you moved with the elegance and grace of a lifetime of training in traditional Japanese cultural traditions and arts.

Your four bodyguards climbed out after you, three men and one woman, each one armed, not only with their standard SCK/Minebea 9mm Pistols but each carrying the Daisho that your father had forged for them by Baltimore Knife And Sword back when you still lived in the states... Unlike you they were not in traditional Japanese Clothes, but also not in their normal suits: each of them was wearing a brand new individually tailored three-piece suit: in blood red summer weight wool, altered to allow full freedom of movement, and with a patch over the heart and on each shoulder showing your own personal 'Mon' which you had invented out of nothing loosely based on the Underwood Coat of Arms a few hours ago...

The front door of the building opened easily, and you entered.

"Hello, miss: can I help you?" The receptionist, a fairly pretty woman of about 25 you would guess, said from behind her desk and you looked at her with a stare devoid of any emotion, your eyes cool as glass...

"You will take me and my guards to see the fuku-honbucho responsible for this outpost. I will not speak further with minor functionaries such as yourself." you declared, and then stared off into the middle distance.

The receptionist just stared at you, mouth agape, then hesitantly picked up the phone and dialed a number.

A few minutes later a man in a pinstripe gray suit and tie came into the room, looked you and your four guards up and down, and said: "If you will please follow me, Mr. Taoka will see you now."