3 Uncle is coming

Inside the police station, a man in his late fifties was considering the information brought to him when he heard footsteps from outside. He attempted to grab his revolver, but before he could, a blade was placed against his neck. "Who...who are you?" the man asked, trying to look back and see the person holding the blade. "Look forward," a voice came from the darkness behind him, forcing the man to face forward where he saw a man accompanied by a lady and another guy. The man appeared to be in his late twenties, with sharp grey eyes, wearing a long white suit and black gloves. "It has been a long time, Chief Hiroshi," the young man said as he sat down on a nearby chair. "Lor...Lord Kiochi," stammered Hiroshi, sweating immediately. "You know I am the type to shoot straight and not waste time," Lord Kiochi replied. "Yes...yes, Lord Kiochi," Hiroshi answered. "Good, it seems you have been in the police force so long that you forgot to control your subordinates," Kiochi said. "I am sorry," Hiroshi apologized, immediately prostrating himself. "Oh! You already heard about it?" Kiochi asked. "Yes, sir. The person I arranged to make sure everything went smoothly told me about it. I am really sorry, sir. I did not anticipate that the new policeman would go on patrol as well. He is difficult to control," Hiroshi explained with his head still bowed, continuing to beg for forgiveness. "Dispose of him then. If he is too difficult to control, dispose of him," Kiochi commanded. "I really want to, but it is quite challenging. He is quite skilled with the katana. If only I could have a little help from you," Hiroshi pleaded, still prostrating himself. "I will give you just two days. After those two days, if we don't have a reason to keep you anymore, we will dispose of you," Kiochi stated as he stood up and turned to leave. "Thank...thank you, my Lord," Hiroshi expressed his gratitude while still prostrating himself. "I am really a good person," Kiochi commented as he walked out, closely followed by the girl and the guy while a man in a thatched hat emerged from the shadows to join them. He was the one who had placed the katana against Hiroshi's neck. "I will make sure that dude suffers for bringing me this disgrace," Hiroshi muttered as he stood up.

Haechi had just finished escorting the girl home and had picked up a pack of cigarettes along the way. "This really calms me down," Haechi said, taking a puff and exhaling as he returned to the police station. He had become addicted to cigarettes after the last Kyetume war. At the station, Haechi held his katana tightly as he walked towards a counter directly facing the door. "How was your patrol? Are you getting used to it?" a policeman behind the counter asked. "Yes, Sir Kenzuki," Haechi replied, standing beside the man at the counter. "Uzzai returned before you," the policeman, whom Haechi referred to as Sir Kenzuki, informed him. "Yes, I was escorting someone home," Haechi explained. "Boy or girl?" Kenzuki inquired. "A lady, to be precise," Haechi responded. "Oh, nice. Maybe you should take her to your house next time," Kenzuki suggested, smiling. "Pervert," Haechi retorted, looking away from Kenzuki.

"Hiroshi," called the police officer referred to as Uzzai, who had previously suggested that Haechi escort the girl home. "Sir," Uzzai answered. "I have a task for you. If you can complete this task, then you can get the promotion I have promised you all this time," Hiroshi said, beckoning Uzzai to come closer with his hand. After Uzzai approached, Hiroshi whispered something in his ear, causing Uzzai to raise his head. "I will discharge some police officers with you. Just be prepared," Hiroshi explained. "Okay, sir," Uzzai acknowledged before saluting and turning to leave.

Morning had arrived on the east street of Kyoto. A woman carrying a three-month-old baby could be seen walking down the passageway, heading towards a room. "Haruki, your Uncle Haechi will be coming to visit today," the woman said with a smile, kissing the baby on the cheek. Haechi was her husband's brother. She had chosen her current husband, Hasumi, over Haechi because Haechi was more of a radical while her husband was more of a scholar, she has notice both of the twins having interest in her at their younger age and has decided to make thin easier by making clear who her choice was.

Creak! She pushed the door to her husband room open only for her eyes to be gripped with fear.

"Hae..Hae...Haechi! She stuttered as she saw someone on a police uniform standing with katana dripping blood as her husband lay on the pool of blood.