[Slokais]

Nishokia felt the pressure mounting, from his position on top of the roof of the HNSG he saw embassies being overwhelmed by Golden Blade forces, soon their attention would return to HNSG. Nishokia could imagine the stories that had probably spread through the ranks of the Golden Blade. As the hours went by, he wondered if the flight had made it out at all, even if it did would the city to dangerous to fly into? Tlacelel was an inspiring businessman, why did Nishokia expect him to come through for some he hadn't seen in so long? Sansongian people of his generation were the ones behind this new era of mafia-like violence.

Nishokia had last been in Lao Sansong in late 2021, with the opening of the embassy. He took the job as an escape. He still remembered the cold night, the night he killed for the first time. His parents had both been fired after the company they were in changed leadership to a clan that brought in their own people. That's how it worked, even thousands of miles from Lao Sansong, provincial and clan ties always came first in business. In high school in Fukagawa, he got involved in a smuggling operation called the FG Vipers. Nishokia was eventually picked up by the most powerful claim in the province and was sent to infiltrate the home of a rival clan. In the process he became a gardener, slowly gathering intel.
"Take the final shot," the Samurai said, the rain and shadow of his helmet obscuring his features
The boss lay on the ground, crawling for mercy.

Nishokia had turned to religion and studied at the University of the Holy Word in Hiranonamachi. He had received basic certification as a Kidzuiteiru or "aware one" the lowest level on the organizational chart of the Arikata religion. From there he applied for jobs, trying to distance himself from his clan connections. Huenya was a breath of fresh air, far enough from the problems of home but with the connections of the community.

At that moment, a group of helicopters approached the field of the school. Quickly, Nishokia climbed down back to the field. Before he arrived he already recognized the blue flower, the symbol of his old clan. The remaining students and teachers were being loaded up, taking a peek inside the helicopter, Nishokia saw a familiar face.
"Hey, it's Nishokia," said a bearded man with tattoos covering him from the neck down. He then climbed toward him reaching out his hand to pull him up.
"Job's not done, everybody is not in yet"
"So now you're eager to finish the job," he said
"Good to see you haven't changed one bit" Nishokia responded helping a student up.
"Anyway, we heard from an associate that there were a bunch of Sansongians stuck in the city"
At that moment, Golden Blade appeared from the woods behind them. Dozens of them guns up.
"Where is the Samurai" one of them said in English.
"That's you, man," Nishokia's associate said jokingly to him.
A soldier pulled him away from the helicopter. While another waved for the helicopter to take off.

As the helicopters flew into the night sky, Nishokia knew this time they were not coming back. At that moment he wished hadn't done so many things, yet taking a deep breath, Nishokia once again made out a silent prayer as he was shoved into the back of a windowless van.