Young Yakuza Page #2

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You understand nothing

Freezing wind whips your cheeks

In this shitty town

You show your teeth

You fight your demons

At the crossroads, you must choose

Life or death

All or nothing

Your life on the line

No room for error

In this concrete valley

You're petrified

You lose your bet

Your dreams collapse

It's a dead end

Totally lost

Left, right?

No one to help

Dead or Alive

Always

Wandering

With no end

Dead or Alive

In this labyrinth

Follow your path to get there...

Companies and businesses

use these stickers.

"No entry

for criminal organisations."

The police give them out.

The police bring together

business owners and managers.

They're doing it everywhere.

They organise meetings

in rented halls,

or in their offices...

Anyway, it doesn't matter...

In these meetings,

the police...

give out information...

on the clans operating

in such and such a zone.

In addition...

the police give instructions

to businesses.

They tell them

not to give in

to the demands

of criminal organisations.

I think they give people

lots of information

they wouldn't normally have.

The first time I saw that,

I was raging.

I thought:

"Are they trying to abolish us?"

Now, I don't even

notice it anymore.

They made these stickers,

they stick them up

and won't let us in.

Let them!

We'll find other ways

of getting by.

The first time I came

to this neighbourhood,

I must have been 9 years old.

This shopping mall

is the cheapest

in all of Shinagawa.

At the time,

I lived in Oimachi with my family.

I remember

we would come here by train

to do our shopping.

I would never have thought

that years later,

I would be the boss here.

Your tea.

Excuse the interruption.

Given his position

in relation to mine,

he can't come to see me

to talk about his future.

I must make the first move.

I'll choose the right time.

It doesn't seem like it,

but when I'm in the office,

I watch the young guys myself.

It's stinging my eyes!

Ikeda-san, you have a tattoo?

Yes.

What's it like?

Like that?

No, mine isn't finished.

Only the outline.

It's crazy to be so tattooed.

It's cool.

It's really cool.

- Do they mean something?

- Yes.

Everyone here has a tattoo?

Yes, quite a few.

Do you want

a tattoo as well?

I don't know yet.

I have a small one.

- A western one?

- Yes, a western one.

Please excuse me.

That will be all.

That's fine.

According to my philosophy

and that of my clan,

there's no point

in forcing someone.

If a young guy wants to leave,

it means he has his

own reasons, of course.

Sometimes, I ask them

for an explanation, but not always.

It depends on the person.

Each time is different.

In fact, it depends

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