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“Being a leader, means standing at the top of the organisation, and also being the entire organisation’s slave. If it’s for the survival and prosperity of the organisation, I will happily steep myself in all the dirt. Nurture my subordinates, deploy them where best fitted, use and discard them if need be. If it’s for the organisation, I will gladly carry out all sorts of atrocities. That is being a leader. It’s all—”

Mori looked to the side and gazed at the many streets spread outside the window.

“To protect this organisation, and this lovable city.”

Chuuya listened to those words with clear eyes. While a pure expression, like he had just been born, surfaced on his face.

“That’s……what I lacked.”

Chuuya turned, and he knelt on one bent knee, his head bowed.

Then in a voice dignified and sharp as an officer, he said—

“If so, this blood and everything I offer to you, Boss. I will protect this organisation you have become a slave to support, I will become your slave and crush the enemies. And the enemies shall be taught thus: that all who scorn Port Mafia shall be crushed by the severest of gravity.”

Mori silently looked at the young boy on his knee and with his head in a respectful bow.

On his face surfaced a smile different from any until then— not the mysterious or unreadable smiles, but the completely ordinary smile of when people were happy.

Then he merely said, “I’ll look forward to it.”