Place Your Bets: Maki v. Junko
((Clean 1000 yen intervals please))
It had been two weeks since the first step in the tournament made this seedy individual a rich man. He actually hoped to do better than he had but there were a few high-stakes fights that made up for the lack-luster battles they also witnessed. He was excited, as they reached the higher rungs, the stakes would likely get higher and hopefully profits as well.
Again all seemed well enough in the Hisashī Zenshōsen Arena, the stadium was packed with curious and excited onlookers looking forward to the spectacle. Some paid for luxurious box-seats, those had to cost more than a months wage for an active shinobi. Resting in most of them were the world's elite, drawn from their respective corners of the world to see the first tournament of its kind. Few truly appreciated how significant this demonstration would be for the victor -- every customer (and this is one of those rare cases where the businessman is the consumer) wants the 'best' product and in this case the commodity being bought and sold was human. Still, there were profits to be made, even here. That was what Ryou was here for, to make his fortune because there was more than one way to make his fortune in the flesh trade.
That money was of course well-spent. Formerly part of the disbanded Midnight Crew, he was somewhat disenfranchised with the concept of shinobism as well as their crackdown on organized crime in Kurosawa these past few months. Cleaning the way for foreigner arrival they said. Bullshit. Still, an oppertunity is an oppertunity. Sometimes money was not everything but money sure helped someone get whatever it was that they wanted.
"Back to the grind boys, we did good last time. Let's do better this time 'round." he announced as he sat a lockbox on the table and a pad of paper to the side. The buy ins from some FOS 'hidden' village made up by some rich lad to make a point, made one for Ryou. It was an inspiration one could say. Shinobis were a human commodity. Something that could be bought and sold, discarded and used up just like any other product. He just needed a little more seed money to get started.
((Clean 1000 yen intervals please))
It had been two weeks since the first step in the tournament made this seedy individual a rich man. He actually hoped to do better than he had but there were a few high-stakes fights that made up for the lack-luster battles they also witnessed. He was excited, as they reached the higher rungs, the stakes would likely get higher and hopefully profits as well.
Again all seemed well enough in the Hisashī Zenshōsen Arena, the stadium was packed with curious and excited onlookers looking forward to the spectacle. Some paid for luxurious box-seats, those had to cost more than a months wage for an active shinobi. Resting in most of them were the world's elite, drawn from their respective corners of the world to see the first tournament of its kind. Few truly appreciated how significant this demonstration would be for the victor -- every customer (and this is one of those rare cases where the businessman is the consumer) wants the 'best' product and in this case the commodity being bought and sold was human. Still, there were profits to be made, even here. That was what Ryou was here for, to make his fortune because there was more than one way to make his fortune in the flesh trade.
That money was of course well-spent. Formerly part of the disbanded Midnight Crew, he was somewhat disenfranchised with the concept of shinobism as well as their crackdown on organized crime in Kurosawa these past few months. Cleaning the way for foreigner arrival they said. Bullshit. Still, an oppertunity is an oppertunity. Sometimes money was not everything but money sure helped someone get whatever it was that they wanted.
"Back to the grind boys, we did good last time. Let's do better this time 'round." he announced as he sat a lockbox on the table and a pad of paper to the side. The buy ins from some FOS 'hidden' village made up by some rich lad to make a point, made one for Ryou. It was an inspiration one could say. Shinobis were a human commodity. Something that could be bought and sold, discarded and used up just like any other product. He just needed a little more seed money to get started.
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