Undeniable skill

Words, as simple as they seem, send stifling emotions through us. A dreadful word might be poison, or a fuel for rage maybe.

Others see it as a molder of ways, carving the unsettling parts of our obnoxious attitudes. However, in simplicity, their sharpness threatens.

It is always advised that one should pay heed to the words they use. It might end up either bad or good, but the negatives surely outrun the positives in this genre.

Words also form the reigns of motivation. Sharp yet subtle in its ways, it guides the weak into greatness. However this time, words failed to perform well within the face of the strong.

Which one is stronger, you ask? None, or maybe all. In each war or battle, strength only resides in the last standing. From the recent battles, Yakuza proved her strength, but the man clad in black was far more than she expected.

The minions stayed minions until the end, but the guards were cold and determined. Thoughts of defeat were unacceptable in their ravaging thoughts, and a steadfast resolve proved their undying faith.

The words Yakuza spouted had a heavy effect. Not only on the guards but on the wielder of death, Grandfather.

His eyes were fueled with anger, a bridge none should cross was already broken. He couldn't keep waiting due to the code of the underworld, but his soul rejected that law in the highest might.

*I need to step in, or else they will die. Yuro already fell at her feet, and another death would spell chaos within the Japanese section. Outrageous, this simply is unacceptable. Who made that stupid law anyway*

The law of choice, none were to make. It was a law that governed the underworld, and all heads partook in it. Going against it would cause a strong rift among leaders, and an aftereffect of war only remained.

A note for ceasing the tracks of each leader and maintaining prestige. High, they were indeed on mighty horses, and their pride broke through the curtain of rationality.

It was stated that no leader should step in first when ganging up upon an individual. Underlings were responsible for taking care of matters, to protect the goodwill and image of the underworld business.

In battling a single person, the underlings had to be the ones to subdue. If they are unable to, the leader can then proceed as the last answer. Violating this law would result in an upfront war against the underworld.

This was why he did not step up when battling against the Yadarin mafia boss and chose to be at bay. As high as his position was, simply breaching that senile law would cause a rift. It was better to stay at bay.

The Yadarin mafia boss had breached the Law by stepping in himself, however since he was dead, Grandfather took in his business as scraps from battle.

Now he had to adhere to that law of insanity, and it truly drove him crazy. Nevertheless, his guards stayed loyal, and with a gleaming smile, they sent a heartwarming message.

"No need to step in master. We can deal with it!", both guards exclaimed.

His fury turned to light, and his eyes drenched with warm tears. Little they were, a few decades ago when he took them in. Now they stand as men before an untaming evil. All he could do was watch, and that broke his heart dearly.

"That stupid law huh? Quite a bother to be affiliated with groups anyway. If you were the only one against me, I believe we wouldn't waste much time with these mongrels.", she scoffed.

"Although we may not be much, I believe our skills are good enough to grab your attention. Shall we?", the duo responded.

Grandfather had his fury still burning, and he knew only demise was what awaited them. He couldn't come alone either, for his guards spoke of his authority in all situations.

With a slight nod, he accepted the duel, and the duo smirked in boiling hopes. Yakuza grinned at seeing the hopeless duo running against her, but she admired their will.

Clank!!

With a slash, Yakuza's dagger glided effortlessly towards the duo, aiming for their necks. Kenzo and Jiro were their names, and the battles they fought together were legendary.

Kenzo sharply drew forth both batons and parried the daggers sideways, whilst Jiro paced from behind to Yakuza's blind side.

Jiro quickly smashed the baton towards her rib, but Yakuza leaped backward whilst dodging in time. She performed a quick reflex by turning the edge of the dagger towards Jiro in the course of her leap, but Kenzo parried her hand upwards in time.

It was just the first move, but the baton twins knew exactly what they were dealing with. Their movements were hardly catching up to the fast reflexes of the monster before them, and they loathed heavily on their weaknesses.

Yakuza sprinted once more with a tornado kick, but Jiro raised his baton in time to block. However the vibration from the impact was heavy, and they both marveled at the strength of Yakuza.

Piercing her dagger forth towards the twins, they struck down their batons with speed to evade the blow. Nevertheless, Yakuza drew backward and slightly escaped the sharp strike.

She stood upright and breathed in deeply. Her firm expression became calm, and her grip on the daggers was loose.

"You will die in ten seconds with those skills. I must commend you for your hard work, but that isn't near enough.", she shrugged.

"You are just afraid", Juro smirked as he firmly held his baton once more.

 Kenzo smiled in excitement, as he saw a blank space beside Yakuza. Grandfather saw the movement of the twins and attempted to charge in, however it was too late.

The twins sprinted towards Yakuza as she stood nonchalantly, with one batting towards her knee and the other at her rib. Their faces were filled with smiles of satisfaction, devoid of what the outcome would be.

"Jackpot!!", the twins yelled.

"No!!!", Grandfather screamed.

Slash!! Thud!

Grandfather fell on his knees as he watched the two lifeless bodies on the ground. Yakuza looked at them with a pale expression and changed her pale face into a disgusted one.

"Idiots", she insulted.

Unknown to the dead twins, they had been led directly into the jaws of death. Yakuza had willingly dropped her tense form after analyzing their skills and knew they were no match for her.

In striking a perfect point, they believed victory was surely theirs. But a mid-air spin changes it all. Yakuza sharply stabbed the dagger through their skulls within the spin and loathed them heavily.

Drawing out the daggers once more from their lifeless bodies, she pointed them towards Grandfather. His nerves popped out like a boiling volcano, and his eyes turned bloodred from the drowning bloodlust.

Yakuza pointed the two daggers at him and licked the blood off its tip afterward. With a senile smile, she posed lustfully and smiled shrewdly.

"You are next"