Reborn Tokyo Golden Age

Ota is from Aomori County, the northernmost part of Honshu Island. His parents died young, and he was brought up by his grandmother since he was a child.

Grandma's biggest wish is that Ota can read more books, and he doesn't need to go to university, just graduate from middle school. Then I can find a stable job in the town, marry a local girl, get married and have children.

However, like many orphans who lost their parents, Ota spent a lot of time fooling around with those cronies in the town when he was very young.

Because I have no money, I learned to steal things, steal money everywhere, and steal if I can. They even steal money from temples and shrines.

With just a stick, a thread, and a unicorn, he could steal money for incense offerings to temples from protected wooden donation boxes.

So in the process of growing up, he gradually became a complete, hopeless little rascal.

There are two or three children who are similar to him, and they naturally form a natural alliance. Because Ota was the strongest, he undoubtedly became their leader.

However, life is still as poor as ever. A group of twelve or thirteen-year-old children wander the streets in ragged clothes all day long.

In order to make a little money, he will also engage in some weird tricks with his little brothers. During the day, they would sell all kinds of small building materials or scrap hardware stolen from everywhere to local shops.

When night fell, they sneaked into the store and stole back what had been sold during the day. Then after a while take the stuff and sell it to another store.

Once things went wrong, because this kind of trick was played too much, which aroused the vigilance of some shops.

One of the shopkeepers marked the item he received, but a few days later the item was brought back to his shop by Ota and the others, ready to sell it again.

Then Ota and the others were caught on the spot, and they wanted to resist despite being fearless. The owner picked up his tattooed arm and beat them up.

"Boy, when I was in the Far Eastern Society, no one dared to fool me like this."

The hideous pattern on the owner's arm, the fierce eyes, and the domineering and confident tone left a great shadow in Ota's heart.

Since then he has never stepped into that shop again, as if there was a great terror there.

This incident left deep fear in Ota's heart, but it opened another door.

He wants to be that kind of person, he wants to be a real yakuza. Tokyo, which is the headquarters of the Far East Society he found out, has become a holy place in his mind.

But grandma is old and cannot do without someone to take care of her. Although Ota sometimes works as a jerk, he is at least a filial person.

Last winter, when his grandmother passed away suddenly, Ota fulfilled his last wish and finally made up his mind to go to Tokyo to find the Far East Club.

He even got a tattoo on his arm in advance in order to join the Far East Club, and even made himself a business card of the Far East Club.

He had already made up his mind to go to Tokyo to find the Far East Club, and directly report the name of the shopkeeper in his hometown who beat him up, saying that he introduced him to join the club.

On the way to Tokyo, Ota even had a googly addiction in advance. That majestic feeling that others dare not look at him is really cool.

He even showed extraordinary acting skills, and he was going to recruit one or two younger brothers, one of whom seemed to be very good at fighting. It's a pity that the other kid went to college, otherwise, with his many years of experience in ruining his master, he might be able to make a fortune by using that little boy's skills.

However, after arriving in Tokyo, things did not go as smoothly as expected. First, he found the wrong site and was beaten up by other Yakuza groups.

After wandering around for more than half a month, I finally found the headquarter of the Far East Club near Ikebukuro. As a result, when they reported the name of the old shop owner, what greeted them was not a polite reception, but a more ferocious old fist.

If they hadn't run so fast, they might have been caught and cut off their little fingers.

I have been wandering in Tokyo for two months, but I have not got my identity as a Pokémon, and I have spent all my money.

Seeing that the little friends who followed him were all yellow and thin, Ota gritted his teeth and walked towards the homeless man on the side of the street.

As a result...they, who were so hungry that they could hardly walk, were severely repaired by three or four homeless men.

My majestic Ota, one day I was reduced to grabbing food with a homeless man, and what's even more shameful is that I haven't beaten him yet...

This was Ota's last thought before he was beaten unconscious.

"Hey, wake up~wake up~"

Ota had a dream. In the dream, he had a big meal and was about to sleep well. But I felt someone buzzing in my ear, like an annoying fly, disturbing my dream.

"Baga~ Don't disturb Mr. Ota's sleep." Ota turned over in the garbage dump and continued to sleep soundly.

Bai Chuanfeng and Kotaro pinched their noses and looked at each other, the latter nodded to express his understanding.

Then Tiger Taro rolled up his sleeves, revealing his thick black arms, "snapped", "snapped" two big ear scrapers were thrown out.

It's so refreshing, I wanted to teach this guy a lesson last time in the car, and today I finally got my wish. Kotaro withdrew his hand contentedly.

"Hmm..." Ota opened his eyes in a daze, and saw Bai Chuanfeng and Kotaro squatting in front of him, who couldn't turn around for a while.

"Ota-san, long time no see." Bai Chuanfeng greeted with a smile.

"Huh, it's you?" Ota recognized the figure in front of him. He still had some impressions of Bai Chuanfeng and the others, and they had appeared in a dream just now.

In the dream, they were all his little brothers, and the one who flattered them was called Shun Liu, and they were extremely flattering.

"It was you who woke me up." Ota slowly woke up, seeing himself sitting in the garbage dump, feeling embarrassed.

Bai Chuanfeng nodded, "I think Ota-san slept too deeply, and this is not a good place to sleep, so I can only wake up Ota-san rudely."

"Well, thank you. But why does my face hurt a little." Ota rubbed his hot cheeks, a little suspicious.

Bai Chuanfeng and Tiger Taro looked at each other indiscriminately, and said in unison, "Maybe it's because there are more mosquitoes here."

"Om~", Ota patted his arm hard, and moved his palm away, leaving the body of a large mosquito on his arm.

He struggled to get up and saw that his little friend was still soundly asleep. Feeling ashamed and angry, "Hey, you idiots, get up quickly and embarrass me."

Ota punched and kicked for a while, tossing his little brother up. It's just that when they stood together, they were all sluggish, and some of them even had bruises on their faces.

"Ota-san, is there anything I can help you with?" Bai Chuanfeng saw Ota's embarrassment, and asked kindly, thinking that he was a fellow from the Northeast.

Ota's face was flushed, and he lowered his head to Ai for a long time, but couldn't hold back a complete sentence.

Bai Chuanfeng could probably guess in his heart that what happened to them was not so good, just look at the dull eyes of his younger brothers.

He didn't continue to press, but took some money from his pocket and handed it to him. "Let's buy some food. If you can't do it, it's good to go back to your hometown in Northeast China. If you want to survive in Tokyo, you have to learn to bow your head."

"I'm Ota..." Ota subconsciously wanted to breathe out the fragrance, but stopped abruptly. He waved his hand, "Anyway, I can't ask for your money."

Bai Chuanfeng smiled, "Take it, even if you don't think about yourself, you have to take care of those who follow you."

Ota was startled, and he turned his head to look at his little friends who had been with him since he was a child. He saw them staring straight at the banknote in Bai Chuanfeng's hand, and some of them were even swallowing secretly.

Ota showed a smile uglier than crying, and took the money with trembling fingers, "Baichuan-kun, thank you." His voice was extremely depressed.

Bai Chuanfeng patted him on the shoulder, but did not speak. Immediately he stood up and left, Kotaro nodded to Ota, and followed him.

Seeing the figure fading away under the street lamp, and looking at the thousands of yen in his hand, Ota had a complicated expression.

"Boss, shall we still be Yakuza?" A younger brother beside him asked hesitantly.

The experience of this period of time has made them no longer full of fantasy about the word "jidao", and it has nothing to do with the imaginary chivalrous way.

Ota didn't speak, but turned and left silently. The younger brothers looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

"Hey, do you still want to fill your stomachs?" Ota put his hands in his pockets under the streetlight and roared from a distance.

"Ah, go, go." Several younger brothers jogged over happily.

"After dinner, take a bath. Start looking for work tomorrow."

"good good good"

Under the street lamp, the bouncing figures of a few young people were drawn very long by the light.

The two teenagers on the other side, Bai Chuanfeng who had already arrived at the residence, were also being pestered by Kotarou to ask questions.

"Xiaofeng, why did you help them? They were bullying people in the car."

"Although that guy Ota isn't a good guy, he's not a hopelessly bad guy either.

Did you see the look in his eyes just now? The arrogance and arrogance of the past are long gone. All I saw was despair and anxiety.

So I think that a person with such eyes must have never done any heinous things before, at most he is just a little gangster in the country.

And everyone is from the Northeast, if you can help, please help. "

"Well, it's a bit. But thinking of that guy's hateful expression at the beginning, I want to beat him up."

"Didn't you beat him already?"

"Ah, haha..., I almost forgot about this."

"Kataro, everyone is more or less likely to encounter their own predicament. When they are struggling on the edge of the abyss, don't think about pushing them, maybe you can try to pull them, maybe this action can affect their lives. Maybe."

"Xiaofeng, what you said is too profound, I don't understand."

"You bastard, why are you so stupid."

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