C101 For yourself

The Oyabun’s estate sat in quiet contrast to Riku’s world — the heavy wooden gates, the faint scent of incense, the sound of cicadas in the dark. For Riku, stepping through that gate always felt like walking into the past.

He had built his own empire from the ground up, yet every step here reminded him that he was still, in part, the boy who had once stood in these halls after his father’s death