Tokyo Exorcism Diary

“You better come clean—who the hell is that kid? Did you get yourself a boyfriend?” Itou Tomoya dragged Itou Saki into a nearby corner, his face dark with anger.

Itou Saki frantically shook her head. “No, no! Hoshino-kun is just a classmate… we’ve barely even talked…”

“…Itou Saki! You’re lying to me now? If you’re not close, why the hell would he risk his life for you at a yakuza hangout?!”

Itou Tomoya’s furious glare made Itou Saki shrink back, her voice trembling on the verge of tears. “I’m telling the truth… Hoshino-kun only agreed to help because of Yuu…”

“Yuu?” Itou Tomoya’s brows furrowed. He knew his little sister well enough to sense she wasn’t lying. After a moment of thought, he asked, “That girl you mentioned—the one whose father is high up in the police department?”

Itou Saki’s eyes reddened as she nodded pitifully.

Itou Tomoya mulled it over for two seconds before making up his mind. “Tell your friend to call her dad. The fight can’t happen tonight—if that guy gets in the ring, he won’t make it out alive.”

“…But what about you, Onii-chan?”

“That’s none of your damn business. Listen, Itou Saki. If I ever catch you getting involved with the yakuza again, I’ll break your legs and lock you up at home. Got it?” Itou Tomoya lowered his voice to a growl

Saki’s head drooped. She didn’t dare meet her brother’s bloodshot eyes.

…

Itou Tomoya and Hoshino Gen were both taken away by the Akita-gumi’s wakagashira, while Shimizu Yuu, Itou Saki, and the other girls followed close behind the gang members.

At the back of the group, Saki tugged on Yuu’s sleeve and whispered what her brother had told her.

Yuu considered it carefully. Her dad really was powerful—stopping an underground yakuza fight would be a piece of cake.

But the problem was… what was Hoshino Gen thinking?

If he truly didn’t want to fight, there were a thousand ways he could’ve avoided it. Yet he’d let things play out like this… which meant he had his own reasons.

If she called her dad now and messed up whatever plan he had—what if he got mad at her later? Wouldn’t that be asking for trouble?

So… Yuu typed out Saki’s suggestion and texted it to Hoshino Gen instead.

The reply came quickly: Don’t do anything unnecessary.

Yuu rolled her eyes. Just as she’d expected.

She showed the message to Saki and told her not to worry.

Time passed swiftly. Whether by coincidence or someone pulling strings, the fight started sooner than scheduled.

The so-called ring was nothing more than a patch of open ground circled by iron fencing—more like a beast cage than a proper fighting ring. The crowd pressed in tightly, the atmosphere seething.

When the Yamashita-gumi’s fighter stepped in, the parking garage seemed ready to burst at the seams.

The fighter wasn’t Japanese—a blond, blue-eyed Caucasian man, shirtless, chest hair thick, fists wrapped in fresh bandages. He was built like a tank, with a brutal face that could make kids cry and grown men avert their gaze.

“Warhammer! Warhammer! Warhammer!”

The crowd roared his nickname, earned from his savage, wide-swinging brawls. Warhammer himself let out a beastly howl, veins bulging on his thick red neck.

On the Akita-gumi’s side, Hoshino Gen rose and walked toward the ring.

Itou Tomoya hurried to Itou Saki’s side, voice low and urgent. “Did your friend call the police?”

“…” Saki bit her lip. After a moment of silence, she mumbled, “Hoshino-kun said not to…”

“…Not to?!” Itou Tomoya nearly spat blood. Did these high school kids have any idea how serious this was?! They were just like him back when he’d insisted on joining the yakuza—ignorant, reckless.

He stayed quiet for a long time before letting out a weary sigh. There was nothing he could do now.

He slumped into the seat beside Saki, voice heavy. “What’s that kid’s name?”

“Hoshino Gen.”

“Your friend’s boyfriend?”

Saki shook her head. “No.”

“What’s his family do?”

“I think… they’re a conglomerate…”

“…” Tomoya blinked. He must’ve misheard. He scratched his head, then asked again. “What the hell did you just say?”

“Hoshino-kun’s family… they’re a conglomerate.” Saki repeated obediently.

Tomoya sucked in a sharp breath, clutching his hair. His eyes shifted to the boy leisurely stepping into the beast cage, smiling faintly despite the jeers and curses flying around him.

He held his breath. “Did he tell you that himself, or did you see proof?”

“Onii-chan, remember how you said Rin-chan from TKY02 was really pretty? She’s Hoshino-kun’s little sister.”

Tomoya’s breath caught. Then he bolted to the front row, where the wakagashira was chatting with the boss, and bent down urgently.

“Wakagashira, Boss—there’s trouble. That kid in the ring is the Hoshino Conglomerate’s heir. If he dies here, we’re all screwed.”

The middle-aged man beside the wakagashira frowned. “Where’d you hear that?”

“My sister—she’s his classmate. Boss, you know TKY02?”

“That idol group?” The boss raised an eyebrow.

“Then you know Hoshino Rin, right? The little rich girl idol? That’s his sister. The kid’s name is Hoshino Gen.”

The boss’s face darkened. He glanced at the wakagashira, who looked equally shaken. “Yumaru… what the hell is going on?”

Before the wakagashira could respond, the boss shot to his feet, ready to stop the fight.

But it was too late.

Hoshino Gen was already in the ring.

The referee blew the whistle.

Warhammer charged like a tank toward the wiry boy—

Akita Hiroto’s pupils contracted sharply. Among the group of girls who followed Hoshino Gen inside, everyone except Shimizu Yuu was so frightened that they instinctively covered their eyes.

And then—