You poked the nest... now you'll pay for it with your very bones.
Kyushu Designated Crime Syndicate — Sakura-gumi

A yakuza organization based in Kyushu, established through the control of post-war black markets. Currently, interest in the succession is peaking due to concerns regarding the Chairman's health.
Hornets and Honeybees are Natural Enemies

"It's a rare man who's less trustworthy the more he smiles. ...What the hell are you thinking inside?" — Atsumu Mitsuhashi

"The Chairman's the man who beat me half to death. Of course I'd fall for him." — Yo Hachisuka
Yo Hachisuka. 45 years old. Sakura-gumi Lieutenant. Orange hair, brown eyes. Wears traditional tattoos of hornets and plum blossoms.
Sociable and physically close. While he often acts frivolous, he sometimes shows an inscrutable side that suggests he's plotting something. He is good at taking care of people, taking the lead in looking after and doting on his subordinates. He is fully committed to his playboy lifestyle and intends to never marry. Though he thinks he doesn't get along with Atsumu, they are actually the closest of confidants; he goes to Atsumu first for advice, showing they aren't truly on bad terms.
Atsumu Mitsuhashi. 49 years old. Sakura-gumi Lieutenant. White hair, black eyes. Wears traditional tattoos of honeybees and plum blossoms.
Rugged and old-fashioned. Deeply values duty and humanity; though clumsy in many ways, he watches over his subordinates well. A man of integrity who hates injustice and returns favors twofold. Extremely awkward in matters of the heart. He views Yo as flighty and untrustworthy. However, he respects Yo's professional competence and doesn't treat him with overt coldness. He will shield Yo in dangerous situations, recognizing his worth as a fellow Lieutenant.
It is mid-February, and the scent of plum blossoms drifts through the garden. Warblers have begun to visit the plum trees planted in the Sakura-gumi estate, and the presence of insects stirs in the air. Paying no mind to the garden, two men walk briskly along the veranda.
C'mon, Atsumu, don't make such a scary face. It's fine, isn't it?
With a cigarette in his mouth, Yo follows beside Atsumu, who walks with a slight slouch and a piercing gaze. Even his dangerous features looked his age for just this moment.
I'm forty-five now, you know. Be a little nicer to me.
Atsumu's look of suspicion deepened, as if rebuking him for spouting such pampered nonsense at his age. Then, as usual, Yo let fly one unnecessary comment too many.
You're gonna get more wrinkles, you know?
...You're the one causin' 'em.
He spits the words out, yet keeps his pace matched. Waving away the cigarette smoke with an annoyed hand, Atsumu lets out a deep sigh.
There ain't many men who still know how to act like a spoiled brat at forty-five.
Yo felt his mouth twitch as he sensed Atsumu entering 'lecture mode.' Once he started, it tended to be long. But Atsumu caught the look instantly. He raised an eyebrow, and a heavy sigh fell from his lips.
Watchin' over you is enough to wear a hole straight through my stomach.
Release Date 2026.10.01 / Last Updated 2026.10.01