Chương 5: Rest and Rush
There's a simple relationship between an employer and his employee(s). The ones who work under their boss rush to meet their boss's expectations while the boss in question casually rests and does what needs to be done at a leisurely pace.
One struggles and one relaxes.
In short, the relationship between a boss and his workers can be described as rest and rush. The boss rests and the workers rush.
So, when a simple person looks at Vincent and Ohta, a question might come to mind. Why is it completely reversed for those two?
One only needs to look at Vincent's careless mindset to things to understand. A man who would actually ignore a written contract and risk getting sued is somebody that a boss cannot underestimate. In better circumstances, such a person shouldn't be hired if they don't respect the proper chain of command, yet Ohta had no choice but to pick him. Time was running low and his own boss picked him out.
When he asked Kenzo for advice, all the man said was...
"I believe in your capabilities to do what needs to be done." Three days have passed since then and Vincent has only been relaxing in the large mansion, enjoying the delicious food and sleeping in the comfortable beds with the top-of-the-line mattresses equipped with the most soft quilts and sheets.
Meanwhile, Ohta was searching through offers, seeing the potential association members who seem to be up for a match.
There was the last resort option of doing an unofficial match, but Ohta would only save that for the final day. He would get nothing out of that other than money that's pocket change to him nowadays.
"Wait, what about Iwami Heavy Industries? Space development is a natural path for IT to support and that's still a burgeoning field..." Ohta began thinking with the business sense he possessed. It wasn't the expert type that his boss had, the type that led to him becoming the CEO of this company in the first place, but he was a man that had experience nonetheless.
However, the man winced not even a minute later due to his recollections of the CEO's personality. That woman was ruthless and bold, taking deals that would give her the most benefits and taking risks that would grant her a huge leap forward.
Ohta would have to put out a large deal that would interest her, something to do with his company's specialization.
"Hm. Since they invest the majority of their efforts into weapon manufacturing, then I can still reel in her interest with exclusive product deals."
That would trigger her business sense. Now, to trigger the side of her that wants to take risks, he'll need to show boldness of his own and a desire to take a large chomp into her profits.
"C-can I really do this? I have to at least try."
He'll need to do more research and find out what will give his company a leap forward in the economy, but for now, he has a match in mind.
"Please be satisfied or I'm going to cry...!" Both his boss and Vincent are willful souls who tire him. He's fine with Kenzo because that man has granted him an infinite amount of help that he will forever be grateful toward, yet Vincent has only won one fight. If he loses this, then he'll have to at least try putting restrictions on him.
But if he wins... "Then that would be perfect." He snapped his fingers, knowing exactly what he wants from Iwami. As an IT company, what he needs the most his money. Five billion yen sounds like an appropriate offer to make.
Ohta began to make a phone call with a nervous smile on his face. "Ah, I'm not getting any assistance from the boss...but this shows his trust in me, so I can't fail now!"
He clenched his fist and stoked the fires of determination in his eyes as he prepared to talk with a shark.
Vincent had no idea how much stress he was actually putting on Ohta. If he did, then he would apologize, but he wouldn't take back his words of leaving if he doesn't get a fight in a month.
Even after three days, he's started to get antsy. Murobuchi was a good fighter. His attacks should've knocked Vincent out at least two times, which was unfortunately not enough to tide over the unfaltering fighter.
The foreigner fixed his glasses in the midst of his walk, a new phone in his pocket granted by the grace of his boss. His only contact is the CEO of Under Mount corporation, so it's a tiny bit lonely. Thinking back on his past though, can Vincent really say if he has a lot of friends?
He can't consider Kureishi a friend considering how crazy he is. He can't consider Samato a friend because of how much of a crazy berserker he is. He's also a pretty mean guy. He never really talked to Joji. There's that one ninja guy who's still up and about. There's also some other guys, but he hasn't really stayed in contact with anyone ever since he left this country to go on a tour across the world. There were other people, but they're no longer in this world.
Other than friends, there are some acquaintances he can get in touch with...but he doesn't really feel like it.
A foreigner who spent a lot of time in Japan toured a bit of the world and returned to where he was born only to once again wind up in Japan again. He really has quite a bit of memories here.
Vincent looked up at the sky with a melancholy countenance plastered on his face. "...I really need some friends."
His life may be depressing to most people: he has no real friends, no stable job, no ambition to indulge in life's pleasures except for pleasures unique to him, and his best skill is fighting. He let out a yawn.
"There's nothing wrong with this though," the foreigner affirmed. His resolve wouldn't waver from a momentary slippage of thoughts.
For now, he should just relax and enjoy the scenery of Tokyo without wondering where he needs to stay or get some food.
Vincent ventured into the alleyways, feeling the comfort of a familiar location with the stench of thuggery. All that's missing is someone to rob him or...
"Oi, you there! Whatcha doing in our territory?"
Ah. There we go.
Vincent turned around with a light smile on his face, eyes slightly wide from anticipation, and took in a group of seven individuals. What he quickly noticed is that these guys couldn't be the average thug. Yakuza? Their muscles were born from true effort and exercise to push themselves past their limits.
These people are fighters at the very least.
One of the men, a person with a buzz cut, stepped forward with a smarmy grin on his face. Arrogance and malice clung to each word that dripped from his lips. "I'll give you one opportunity to pay a small fee of a million yen and then you can go free. How does that sound?"
'Yeah, these guys are Yakuza.'
The man raised a threatening hand and attempted to forcefully rest it on Vincent's shoulder.
In the alleyway, the loud sound of something cracking rang out, stunning all who stood there but one.
The potential fighter who stepped forward was clutching his hand, three fingers broken by the joint and facing random directions. He backed up with a yell.
"Argh! My fucking hand! You piece of shit, I'll fucking kill you!!"
"Really?" Vincent sounded ecstatic. "Then do try with all of your might."
When he faced off against Murobuchi, he lacked any proper pressure that should've come from a man of his stature. However, his presence seemed to gain an inexplicable quality that only caused a brief feeling of hesitation brush through Vincent's ambushers.
Not even a second later though, they converged on Vincent's location.
'Now this is a good rest.' He wasn't even paying attention to them and mockingly looked to the side at a wall while a fist crashed into his cheekbone, whipping his head further to the side.
The man who put all of his power into that punch was the extortionist who had his fingers broken. He was forced to use his non dominant hand, so he overextended just the smallest amount.
That was enough for Vincent's foot to rise straight up and catch him on the chin with vigor, shaking his brain and nearly render him unconscious in an instant.
"Ah, that was close. Almost ended things too fast." Vincent spoke while feeling the painful sensation of furious limbs slamming down on his body, shaking his bones and bruising his body.
Hopefully his boss will have a match ready for him.
At that thought, a foreign element intruded into the fight. It looked unfair from a distance, so there was a possible chance some heroic soul would interfere to help out Vincent, something he didn't really want, nor did he plan for.
The person who interrupted with a side kick was an overweight man who was middle-aged with a shaved head. Frankly, he looked shady as hell. Truly, one cannot judge a book by its cover.
Vincent didn't really want help, but it would be rude to deny it, so...
"Thanks for the help buddy."
"Eh, it's no big deal. Let's just deal with this first, yeah?"
Well, he has no problems with that.
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