I Became a Yakuza's Daughter

Chapter 4: Yakuza’s Daughter (3)  

A man with a sturdy build and a large scar on his eye bowed at a perfect right angle.  

"Little Oyabun! And Miss Fujiwara! It's been a while!"  

The man's name was Kikuchi Takeo.  

The second-in-command of the organization. A man referred to as Genji’s right-hand man.  

Despite being a yakuza, he had an unusually healthy and energetic aura.  

Fujiwara was very fond of Takeo. Of course, Noa disliked him for being too noisy.  

"Seeing that your loud voice is still the same, I guess you've been doing well."  

"Uwahaha! It’s all thanks to you, Little Oyabun! I heard you caused a scene again today!"  

"Did you kill them?"  

"Haha! Why would I kill the ones you intentionally spared, Little Oyabun?"  

Takeo let out a big laugh and then spoke in a low voice.  

"They must suffer forever."  

This was the reason Noa hated coming home.  

There were hundreds of foolishly devoted men.  

She was sick of being surrounded by idiots who overreacted to everything.  

Still, they were pure-hearted, and since Noa inherently disliked fake or insincere personalities, she didn’t completely hate them.  

"The torture room won't last at this rate. Keep it moderate and let them go."  

"Yes! Understood. Now then, this way. Oyabun is waiting for you."  

"What? Dad’s home? How annoying."  

Noa pouted as she frowned. She looked adorable.  

But behind Takeo’s back, cold sweat trickled down.  

If Oyabun had heard that just now, a bloody purge would have taken place.  

"H-hahaha! What a mischievous joke!"  

"I'm not joking."  

"……."  

Takeo looked at Chise with a face that seemed ready to cry.  

Chise winked her right eye and mouthed the words.  

'Don't worry.'  

'I’ll trust only you, Miss!'  

Takeo sent a look of absolute trust.  

Fujiwara Chise.  

In the Minamoto family, she was called the ‘Archangel.’  

**  

Genji was sharpening his sword while wearing a martial arts uniform.  

Every day at 4 PM, without fail, this was his routine.  

During this time, interruptions were not permitted.  

If someone broke this unspoken rule, only death awaited them.  

Genji treasured his sword deeply…  

Clatter.  

"Oyabun. The young lady has arrived."  

"I see."  

Genji answered indifferently.  

As soon as the door closed, he tossed his sword to the back without a moment’s hesitation.  

After tidying up his uniform neatly, it wasn’t long before Noa and Chise entered.  

"Hello! Uncle."  

"It's been a while, Noa. Chise, take a seat."  

Chise knelt properly and sat down.  

Noa plopped down beside her.  

"Noa. I heard the story."  

"Yeah."  

"You couldn’t control your strength. One of them was left half-paralyzed."  

"So?"  

Genji smirked and said,  

"Very well done. Just like my daughter. But next time, hit even harder."  

Noa looked at Genji with cold, disapproving eyes.  

In her past life, she would have admired a man like him.  

She would have liked him. Genji was the kind of man admired by other men.  

But from a child's perspective, it was different.  

She still hadn’t forgotten that he gave her a Glock as a present for her fifth birthday.  

What kind of parent does that?  

A true man should cherish his daughter.  

Instead of a Glock, he should have given her a doll.  

Instead of teaching her how to beat people up, he should have taught her cross-stitching.  

Instead of various supplements, he should have given her candy.  

That would have made him a normal father.  

Of course, if he had done that, she would have despised him.  

"I didn’t want to kill them."  

"Why not?"  

"Because I was on my way to a dessert shop."  

Genji immediately accepted her reasoning.  

"I see."  

Chise’s pupils wavered as she looked back and forth between Genji and Noa.  

They… get along, right?  

"Thank you for always looking after my daughter, Chise. You were probably the one who suggested going to the dessert shop, too."  

"No! I’m the one indebted to her. Noa always protects me."  

Chise beamed brightly.  

Genji’s eyes were endlessly warm.  

"Just because you’re a Minamoto doesn’t mean you have to protect every Fujiwara. If someone isn’t worthy, they won’t be protected. Noa must like you, that’s why she protects you."  

"I-Is that so?"  

Chise couldn’t hide her smile as she lowered her head.  

A strange atmosphere lingered.  

Then, Noa suddenly dropped a bombshell.  

"I want to cut my hair short."  

"No."  

"Denied."  

The two responses came instantly, without even 0.1 seconds of hesitation.  

Noa clicked her tongue and turned her head sharply.  

"I’d be sad if you cut such beautiful hair."  

"The day you cut your hair will be the day as many lives are lost as the strands you cut."  

"…Uncle?"  

"It’s a joke. Chise."  

‘That’s not a joke…’  

Chise let out another awkward laugh.  

Then she gathered her thoughts.  

She felt a slight tension.  

‘It’s about time.’  

It was time to make an important declaration.  

Chise poked Noa’s thigh.  

She looked at her with sparkling eyes.  

‘…Cunning Chise.’  

Noa sighed.  

There was no doubt that she was telling her to bring up the dormitory conversation she had been forced into earlier at the dessert shop.  

She had agreed back then because she was in a good mood.  

On any other day, she never would have accepted.  

How many luxurious villas did she have? Why would she need to enter some dormitory?  

But even if Noa’s body was female, her heart was that of a man.  

And a man does not go back on his word.  

Noa declared to Genji,  

"Then I’ll run away from home."  

"!"  

"N-Noa."  

‘How did it turn into this?!’  

Chise panicked and quickly explained.  

"No, it’s not running away… Actually, I just asked her to live in the dormitory with me."  

"The dormitory, huh."  

Genji smirked at Noa.  

"You must have really liked the dessert you had today."  

Flinch.  

Chise’s lips trembled slightly.  

How did he know?  

"You can’t stay in the dormitory."  

"Ah."  

Chise lowered her head, looking dejected.  

If Genji didn’t allow it, there was no way Noa could move into the dormitory.  

Even her own father hadn’t given permission.  

Noa stared directly at Genji and asked,  

"What’s the reason?"

"I can’t guarantee your safety."  

There were too many enemies targeting both the Fujiwara and the Minamoto.  

They usually eliminated threats in advance.  

But that was only possible because they exercised extreme caution whenever they went out.  

Noa herself was strong.  

But once she left the main house, it was a different story.  

The Fujiwara family was known for its tight security.  

The Minamoto family had hundreds of yakuza who would lay down their lives at a single word.  

Even if an army invaded, they would be prepared.  

A dormitory was different.  

It was a prestigious academy, so security was bound to be strict, but it wouldn’t even come close to the Fujiwara or the Minamoto.  

"If you want to experience commoner life, I’ll get you an apartment nearby. How about that?"  

Genji offered an alternative.  

Chise was surprised—she had expected an outright rejection.  

She didn’t necessarily want to live in the dormitory.  

She just wanted to experience a normal life with Noa.  

Chise eagerly nodded.  

"Really? You’d allow that?"  

"Yes."  

"That apartment…"  

Noa, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.  

‘T-this is bad.’  

Chise suddenly realized that their original agreement had been about the dormitory.  

If it was just an apartment, there was no reason for her to move out as well.  

‘That ruins the whole point! Should I wait for another chance?’  

As Chise’s mind raced, Noa said something unexpected, as always.  

"You’re planning to fill the entire building with yakuza except for one floor, right?"  

"Of course."  

"And the chances of you allowing it without doing that?"  

"None."  

Chise slumped her shoulders.  

‘So it really isn’t possible.’  

For the Fujiwara and Minamoto, the concept of ‘normal’ simply didn’t exist.  

Chise forced a smile, deciding to drop the matter.  

"I propose Sally’s Law."  

"N-Noa?"  

Noa grinned triumphantly.  

Genji, watching his daughter, also smirked.  

"That’s the spirit. If you’re my daughter, if you’re a Minamoto—"  

Genji looked extremely pleased.  

**  

Sally’s Law.  

Originally, it was a term meaning the opposite of Murphy’s Law—where everything goes the way one wants.  

But in the Minamoto family, it had a slightly different meaning.  

If you want things to go your way, make it happen.  

In a yakuza family that worshipped strength, "make it happen" could only mean one thing.  

Take it by force.  

"The young lady has caused trouble again!"  

"Is it because of the short hair again?"  

"If it is, Oyabun will have to win this one!"  

A karate dojo.  

As expected of the Minamoto, the place was massive, now transformed into a colosseum.  

Rough-looking yakuza were yelling excitedly, spectating this legendary match.  

Chise, sitting in the best seat, was filled with concern.  

‘Sally’s Law… I’ve never seen it before.’  

She knew the Minamoto history well.  

A family that seized whatever they wanted through strength.  

A family without contradictions.  

Even if someone wasn’t part of the Minamoto, if they wanted to become its leader, they simply had to take it by force.

That was the rule.

The Minamoto Law.  

Over centuries, the term evolved into Sally’s Law, since they didn’t want outsiders speaking lightly of the Minamoto.  

But the spirit behind it remained unchanged, even in the 21st century.  

It didn’t matter who it was.  

If someone could defeat the family head under Sally’s Law, by any means necessary, they would become the new head.

Of course, not once had someone outside the Minamoto family become the head.  

"This… this seems to happen often."  

Chise spoke while listening to the deafening cheers.  

Takeo, sitting beside her, nodded firmly.  

"This is the 52nd match. Wahaha!"  

‘That many?!’  

Noa was unbelievably rebellious.  

"Um, by any chance… what’s the usual outcome?"  

"Little Oyabun usually loses!"  

"I figured as much."  

Genji was a legendary man.  

People said that the current Minamoto head was on a completely different level compared to his predecessors.  

Noa was strong, but she was still just sixteen.  

Genji, who had married unusually early, was still in his prime.  

‘…Still.’  

Chise clenched her hands tightly on her lap.  

She gazed at Noa, who was casually stretching.  

‘She’s stepping up for me. Thank you, Noa.’  

Even if Noa lost, Chise wouldn’t feel disappointed at all.  

Because her feelings had already been conveyed.  

Just then, Noa looked straight at Chise and squinted.  

It was as if she was saying, "Who do you think is going to lose?"  

Chise let out a small laugh.  

"But this time, we can’t be sure!"  

"Huh?"  

"Sally’s Law changes depending on the stakes! Until now, Little Oyabun had bet her short hair, so Oyabun fought with his life on the line. But this time, that’s not the case, is it?"  

Takeo laughed heartily and pounded his chest.  

"This means Little Oyabun has a chance to win. Because—she can use her main weapon!"  

"Noa’s main weapon?"  

…From Chise’s perspective, Noa was good at anything that involved physical ability.  

So she had no idea what her main weapon was.  

At that moment, the dojo doors opened, and yakuza entered.  

They handed weapons to both fighters.  

Chise jumped to her feet.  

"A real sword?! No way, Uncle Genji isn’t actually going to fight with that, is he…?"  

"Haha, this time, even Oyabun has no chance unless he brings out a real sword. This fight favors Little Oyabun."  

How in the world was this favorable?  

The head of the Minamoto family was wielding a real sword.  

No matter how she thought about it, she couldn’t imagine Noa having the upper hand.  

Feeling tense, Chise turned to see Noa’s weapon.  

"Noa, that’s unfair!"  

Noa was holding a gun!  

The pink-colored parts made it look incredibly cute, but this was the Minamoto family**.  

There wasn’t even a 1% chance that it was fake.  

More than anything, Chise recognized that gun.  

It was Ea, Noa’s most cherished firearm.  

There was no doubt that the bullets loaded inside were real.  

"I-Is that even allowed?"  

"Is there a problem?"  

No, no, no.  

This was absolutely insane.  

Chise broke into a cold sweat and turned to Takeo.  

"A g-gun is cheating, isn’t it?"  

"Oh, don’t worry about that! The bullets won’t stray this far. Little Oyabun’s marksmanship is the best in the world!"  

‘That’s not the issue…’  

She didn’t even know where to begin arguing.  

But since this was the Minamoto family, she decided to just accept it.  

…Was she supposed to accept it?  

Chise found herself confused at times.