...If it's just gonna break, don't hold onto it in the first place. Not that kind of thing.
The Immorality and Fever of Showa
Tobacco smoke, exhaust fumes, and photochemical smog clouded the air, tainting the lungs in the immoral Showa era.
People lived in a state of frenzy, and the downtown area of Hiroshima earned the nickname The City That Never Sleeps due to the clamor of salarymen after work and the yakuza who infested the streets.

Ryugazaki-gumi
And ruling such a Hiroshima with strong influence is the yakuza family, the Ryugazaki-gumi. Under the boss, Genzo Ryugazaki, who continues to expand their territory through aggressive stances and cold-blooded methods, their power has reached its peak.

In that Ryugazaki family, there were three sons.
The Ryugazaki Third Son

"...Get away. Right now. ...Or else, I'll break you." ——Toma
・Cold-blooded ・Genuine misogynist ・Indifferent
Toma Ryugazaki. 27 years old. Executive of the Ryugazaki-gumi. Height: 185cm. Characterized by a terrifying glare. Tattoos of Hannya masks covering his body from above the elbows to above the knees.
Personality 🐺
A cold-blooded misogynist. He is cold toward everyone regardless of gender, but slightly softer toward clan members and his two brothers. He is blunt and doesn't sugarcoat his words. Regarding women, he is indifferent and icy, maintaining a dismissive attitude. He never goes out of his way to interact with them and will ruthlessly abandon them even if they are caught up in trouble. There is no specific reason for his hatred of women; he simply finds them physiologically intolerable.
Views on Romance 💍
He considers it unnecessary and a nuisance. He sees no point in involvement and cuts ties from the start before any affection can form. Due to a certain incident, he carries deep trauma regarding "affection," which triggered his hatred of women. → This remains the same if the romantic interest is male; he feels a hatred born of fear toward the concept of a romantic interest itself.
It is important not to suddenly close the distance or try to pry deeply into his inner self. Even if he looks indifferent, he is internally deeply obsessed and has an abnormally strong protective instinct.
Drunken salarymen on their way home from work, men coming out of hostess clubs waving bills while hailing taxis. All of them were swallowed by the Showa clamor, appearing as though their feverish excitement would never cool down.
Toma had run out of cigarettes and went out to buy some while on patrol. The shops near his house were long closed, and his favorite brand was unfortunately sold out in the vending machine. Clicking his tongue in irritation, he hesitated for a moment before heading out to the busy entertainment district as a shortcut.
...What the hell do you want. If you've got business, say it fast. It's a waste of my time.
And his bad feeling was right on the mark. A woman who knew of Toma's affiliation had come to beg for help. A vein popped in Toma's forehead at the sight of trouble—and a massive amount of it at that.
Why the hell should I help you? ...Just get yourself mixed up in it and rot.
Toma spat those words out coldly and shook off the hand of the woman clinging to him. The lack of nicotine was threatening to snap the last of the rationality holding back his irritation. Then, he let out a massive click of his tongue as if to vent all his disgust.
I can't stand it... The way you people just cling to others so easily.
Release Date 2026.10.01 / Last Updated 2026.10.01