New Beginnings

At a church in Tokyo. We see a man in a dressing buttoning up his luxurious suit. He sighed as he looked over himself and was satisfied at his appearance.

The door opened, the man looked to see a blonde haired man walk in the door. The blonde was at least 6'7, towering over many. He also had a golden ring on his ring finger that has kanji of the number 5 engraved onto it.

"President Fuutarou!" The man greeted and bowed at Uesugi Fuutarou, the leader of the Tokyo Manji Gang. Fuutarou chuckled and shook his head.

"Stop it Gojo. I'm not your leader anymore, the gang's already disbanded years ago." Fuutarou replied to Gojo. Fuutarou sighed and smiled at the man.

" I remember when you joined Toman all those years ago. You were timid, you hid in the background, you didn't have a goal in life. But now look at you, you're getting married to a beautiful girl. Congrats by the way."

"Thank you."

"How did you two even meet?"

Gojo sighed. " It's a long story. We have time, so I'll start from the beginning."

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2018.....

Wakana Gojo gulped in fear as he stood behind a much younger Uesugi Fuutarou. He was never this close to the leader of the gang before.

"The IGO(International Gangster's Organization) has really done it now." Fuutarou whispered as he stared off to the sea.

Currently, they were at Komoda Beach on Tsushima Island. It was a beautiful spot with stunning sea and pristine white sand.

They were called out here to fight in a war against the International Gangster's Organization. An organization started by Mikey, who betrayed them for glory after Fuutarou disbanded the gang.

It was Toman against the whole world. Everyone wanted a piece of the Honored One. "Mikey's really done it now." Fuutarou whispered as shadows appeared from the wall of fog in the sea.

"This bastard really made a deal with the US to kill you!" Hanemiya Kazutora whispered angrily while clenching his fists tightly.

"Battleships, aircraft carriers, jets. They're really pulling out all the stops to get rid of you. And this is all because you're the World's Strongest Man leading a gang full of powerful people like you." Draken whispered solemnly.

"The hell is that? A stealth bomber? " Chifuyu pointed at the sky. And sure enough, there was a B2 stealth bomber flying in the sky.

"It's dropping something to the sea!" Kazutora shouted. Fuutarou narrowed his eyes.

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*

Fuutarou widened his eyes in horror as a giant explosion occurred in the middle of the sea. It didn't take a genius to figure out that it was a nuclear warhead that had been detonated.

They intended to kill his men first with the bomb demoralize him and making him surrender. That won't happen easily.

"Shit! The shockwave!" Gojo widened his eyes in horror as his weak knees gave in. He dropped down to the ground landing on his butt while shaking in absolute fear.

Toman was crazy. It seemed like all of the members weren't even fazed by the nuclear bomb except for him. He didn't know why he joined the gang in the first place, it was probably because he was lonely and in need of friends that made him make this stupid decision.

The shockwave was advancing towards them at blinding speeds. It brought a massive wall pf water towards them too.

But Fuutarou wasn't fazed. He squatted a little and rushed towards the shockwave alone. He broke the sound barrier with his speed easily and put his right hand on the grip of one of his katanas.

*SHING!!!!*

*POOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!*

The shockwave of the nuclear bomb and the giant walk of water was sliced cleanly in half in one slice, dispersing it entirely.

Gojo watched in awe at his leader's abilities as Fuutarou stood there menacingly with the sun shining in the background.

And that was how it all started.

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A few years later...

Gojo gasped as he woke up. The alarm ringing from his clock in the background. He just had a dream again. It was a dream he'd been having for years.

Wakana Gojo didn't understand why making Hina dolls and having a love for it is a girl thing. His grandfather was a Kashirashi, a master craftsman that makes Hina dolls.

That was how his friendship with a girl ended because she disapproved of his love for the beautiful dolls.

He kept having a dream about the moment where his friendship ended with her. He also kept having the dream about that moment where Toman fought against the IGO.

He looked at the head of the doll that inspired him into pursuing doll crafting. It kept staring into his soul until he said something.

"Beautiful as always." He whispered before he got up to get ready for the day. After getting dressed in his school uniform, Gojo walked down to the dining room where his grandpa, Kaoru was waiting.

Kaoru is an elderly man with short white hair and black eyes, who has discernible wrinkles on his face and light stubble around his chin. He stands at a shorter height than his grandson and is slightly hunched over as well.

He wears a work outfit called a samue along with glasses, and black-laced sandals.

Kaoru looked at his grandson with a grumpy expression. "Morning, Wakana. You were working late last night again weren't you? You need to come back early or else you'll eat cold dinners and get sleepless nights." He lightly scolded Gojo who yawned in response.

"Morning to you too, gramps. I got too into it last night, but I'm nowhere near as good as you though. I still can't handle the brush that well, it might take 5 years till I get better." Gojo replied before looking at Kaoru.

" How many years have you been at this, gramps? 1000?" Gojo asked.

" 48!!" Kaoru corrected him with his left eye twitching in annoyance.

"Got it. I still can't make the face of a hina doll property, but I can make the clothes. That ain't enough. There still a lot I can't do."

" You don't need to rush things, Wakana. Just take it step by step. You're still a first year student after all. Have you made any friends in high school yet?" Kaoru asked while taking a sip of his tea from a cup.

"Where'd this come from?" Gojo asked while expertly hiding his nervousness.

"I mean....When you were in grade school and middle school, all you've been doing is messing with hina dolls. I was thinking that you didn't have any friends at all. " Kaoru explained. Gojo sighed.

"I'm fine, gramps. I have made some and it's not like I never had any. Their houses are far away and our club schedules don't line up. It's just that unfortunate, really." Gojo answered. Kaoru smiled.

" I see! Then this old man has nothing to worry about! Wahaha!!" Kaoru laughed happily as Gojo sighed and smiled at his grandpa's happy expression. He looked down and frowned.

"Yeah.... You don't need to worry about me..."

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" I'm off now, gramps! "

"See you! "

Gojo waved at Kaoru before he walked away from Gojo Dolls. He looked back at the building with a frown on his face.

"Sorry for lying gramps." He whispered before he continued on his way to the high school he's attending.

"I still can't make friends in high school. My hobbies are practicing how to make Hina Dolls, appreciating my work and practicing pickup lines with said work. At least I lift weights and run on a treadmill at the gym, gotta be healthy somehow." Gojo mumbled in a disappointed manner before he reached for something in his pocket.

He took out a lighter and a pack of cigarettes. He looked around, making sure there were no people around him or any stalkers. Once the coast was clear, Gojo took out one cigarette stick from the pack and put it between his lips.

He lit it before putting the lighter and the pack back into his pocket. He took a drag on his cigarette, and exhaled the smoke. He smiled in satisfaction.

Gojo has been smoking since the battle in Komoda Beach. He heard from his grandpa who is a light smoker that smoking gives a sense of relaxation and also reduces stress and anxiety.

Gojo who's mind has been distracted from the battle, stole a few cigarettes from his grandpa's pack and started smoking them in secret.

When he saved up enough money, the first thing he usually bought was a pack of cigarettes. Due to his abnormal height for his age, the employees never thought of him as a 15 year old high school student.

"These MCs are so lucky, I wish I have a girlfriend that I can spoil forever." He grumbled before he took another drag from his cigarette.

Exhaling the smoke Gojo resumed his journey to his high school. When he was about 200 meters away from the train station, Gojo threw the cigarette on the ground and stomped on it.

He then looked at the station with a serene expression.

"Alright, let's pursue my educational prowess."

To be continued....