all that matters in my opinion is that the dynasty lasts

[indensity]

[It's been a few weeks of working pretty much non-stop. A new gang had been building strength, moving in from Tokyo, and while they could have just crushed it, the plan had been to grab their resources in the process. In the end they had a few new recruits, more money, and some well deserved time off. Among other things.

Chuuya was torn between going out by hiself (maybe get laid), or taking his subordinates out to spoil them a little. They deserved it.

He's in the middle of getting ready for either - using makeup to cover the dark circles from his lack of sleep, changing into some casual clothes with less blood on them - when he gets a message to come to the boss' office. And he's straight back in work mode, no delay or hesitation. He calls Hirotsu as he walks to the elevator, telling him that drinks that night are on Chuuya whether or not he can join them, and then he heads up.]

You needed to see me, boss?

[He bows as he walks in. If there's another mission, he's ready to go. Actually he could use a more straightforward job, to get the blood pumping.]