The sound of a thunderbolt cracking could be heard as Tomoe withdrew his blade once more with malicious intent. He pointed it towards the incompetent cowards claiming to be thieves, and drew silence upon all of them. The Joyan smirked, and continued uninterrupted.
"All of you little bitches are gonna be my donkeys for today, okay? You're gonna sweat, piss and shit all over yourselves to get me what I need!", he spat authoritatively towards the sacks of meat before him.
Even the most worthless individuals within society could be brought into the light of usefulness if they would just accept the words of a strong leader above them. Tomoe would be that leader, guiding those thought unable to be guided through the only means that gutter trash like them could possibly understand: power. True and unrivalled power was the only way that they would understand to simply shut up and follow their master. Brandishing his blade the way a slave master would a whip, he forced the quartet of buffoons to ransack the house, pushing past the old lady that was sleeping peacefully until moments prior.
Unable to do anything, she looked up into the pleading eyes of the Joyan ringleader commanding the thieves with frightening efficiency, swinging his sword around in the air like the conductor of an orchestra. A cuss-filled orchestra where his instruments were sweaty, dirty and stumbling over each other. Not once, however, did the man send that menacing glare towards the old woman; she wasn't a concern to Tomoe, who was the type that disliked harming those who had done no wrong. He was above that, or so he liked to believe.
After raiding the woman's house for roughly half of her valuables, Tomoe bid ado.
"Sorry about the door, ma'am. Uh... that part's your problem.", he finished, walking out after the thieves feeling good about himself.
After turning down a dark alleyway, Tomoe ordered the thieves to drop the valuables.
"I'll be taking 90% of the cut. Rest of you fuckers can scramble over the rest like dogs, got it?"
With that, the lock picker jumped to the provocation and raised a fist towards Tomoe.
"How 'bout you go to hell? We're taking what we earned fairly, and-"
Slash.
Just like that, the mouthy lock picker was left as a crumpled heap on the alley floor. There was no screaming in pain, only death. Any who defied him would defy Her agent, and that would not be tolerated. The remaining trio of cowards took the hint and accepted Tomoe's generous offer. He smiled in response, and nodded at the group.
"Pleasure doin' business. I'll be seeing you all again real soon."
Exit
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