3 of Spades

* **Date Completed: Ongoing**
* **Users Involved: User:GoldenPiece**
* '*Setting: East Blue* ,'Whiteland
* **Time In Universe: 1585**
* **Characters Involved:**
* **Shiroyasha Family:** Yagami Yasu, Denge

## White Line

**East Blue, 1585**
Whiteland was an island in the East Blue known for its unique white-tinted ores. These minerals, referred to as Clearstones, are valued highly by the upper class due to their rarity and purity. Throughout the island's long prosperous history, it was a popular tourist attraction and reputed as one of the ideal locations that must be visited by nobles and civilians from all walks of life. However, in the past twenty years, the island has lost most of its "shine". Criminals from all over the world soon flocked to the island reducing it's once beauty to nothing but crime ridden cesspool, Pirates, Bandits, corrupt Marines all frequent the island in an attempt to grasp control over the island and it's trade however it was futile as the island already had a ruler, one that ruled with dignity, honor and a heavy hand, a group that was a oddity to the Four Blues yet they prevailed and thrived that group were known as.

**Yakuza**

To be more specific, the island was led by the Shiroyasha Family, a family of Wano exiles who had been sent away years before the inception of the Black Widow Pirates.

"It appears that some of the locals are causing a commotion about the taxes once more, Boss." Denge, a small stocky man said, handing a sheet of paper to a young white-haired woman sitting in front of an alter, her head bowed in prayer. "In addition, despite the last "warning" we gave them, the Meat Cleavers have been pushing back into our territories." Denge reported, frowning and staring at the paper.

"I know you plan to retire and leave the Family to me, but as a final act, perhaps we should wipe out that pathic mafia and finally claim the island entirely." He said to the woman again as he looked down at his right hand, which was missing two fingers, earning him the moniker "**Three-Finger**" Denge, a moniker he despised but had to accept because it came with dread and respect.

Before more word could be said, another member of the Yakuza group stormed into the room, a look of desperation on her face. "I apologize for the interruption, Shiroyasha-Sama, but the Meat Cleavers have begun attacking several of our key bases of operations across the island; it appears that news of your retirement has leaked, and they wish to take you out before." The agitated woman stated as her gaze shifted from Denge to the boss, who rose gracefully from her prayer and glanced towards her right hand.

"Denge." was all she stated as her Right hand quickly nodded and began issuing orders before glancing back towards his boss with a critical eye.

Yagami Yasu, a woman feared as the **White Demon** (白夜叉, *Shiroyasha*?), leader of the Shiroyasha Family, a woman who had appeared suddenly Three Years prior and gained control of the island by singlehandedly slaughtering the former rulers and forcibly subduing the criminals that spewed about the island under her control before creating the Family he was so proud to be apart of, He didn't know where she came from nor her past but the name she carried was one he knew however it wasn't his place to question the woman who made him who he was now.

"Your orders, Boss?" As he waited for her official orders, he pondered, "The next head of the family he may be, but his loyalty to her will never change, nor will he ever refuse an order from her."

"I intended to leave quietly and peacefully." Yasu began by bowing once more to the picture in front of the alter before turning to face Denge. "However, it appears that I won't be able to leave until I rid the island of those scumbags." She spoke in hushed tones before grabbing the white Haori from beside her and slipping it on.

"Denge, rally everyone." She says as she walks towards the door. "As a final homage to my era as Shiroyahsa Leader, we will expel the Meat Cleavers from the island."

The Meat Cleaver Gang. Informally known as Meat Cleavers, Butchers, Meat Men, or whatever nickname tickled their opposition the most that day. They and tge other biggest criminal faction of the island, the Shiroyasha Family mixed, like oil and water - and had been locked into conflict for a long, LONG time.

Faithful to their name, the Meat Cleavers were notably more brutal and opportunistic than their rivals. They slaughtered opposition without a second thought, they seized whatever resources were available the second the chance presented itself, and whoever got in their way would soon find themselves cooked to a crisp and hanged from their house's roof. It was a process their boss enjoyed overseeing personally... As was the case that very moment.

**THUMP**

A tied-up man hit the floor, punched square in the jaw by a metal-covered hand. His tooth flew out of his jaw, hitting another man in the face. They were all lined up in a secluded building, armed goons staring them down - and between them, two figures stood out.

One was a remarkably large fellow, with a large gut, a gas mask, and white hair tied in a ponytail. Next to him, stood a man in red and white armor, an elegant fur coat around his neck and a horned helmet on his head. The knuckles of his gauntlets were bloodied, as he approached his downed victim, crouching down to his level...

"Thinkin' 'bout sellin' us out, did ya?" He said, his eyes piercing through the weaker man's own as he frantically shook his head.

"I give all of ya fucks a fuckin' purpose in life, and ya just throw it away for some extra cash? That really what you learned under me?"

The other goons looked at each other in confusion, since that was precisely what the boss *had* taught them. Still, they stood silent.

"Well, if ya understood so fuckin' little, allow me to refresh your memory, specifically on the way we punish snitches..."

The traitors started to shake their head frantically, doing their best to get out of their restraints and flee. Meanwhile, the man extended an arm, and one of his loyal goons brought him a large weapon, attached to an appropriately large tank. He pointed it at the traitors, which audibly screamed in terror...

"Whoever betrays Biff Dario... **Is cooked!**"

With that, he pulled the trigger, and a jet of fire was spat out from his weapon's muzzle, torching the fools who had betrayed him alive. He kept the blazes going until there was no fuel left for his flamethrower - and his victims had become charred, melting horrors of bones and meat. He wasn't called "**The Roaster**" for nothing.

Lowering his weapon and taking a deep breath, Dario looked at the larger man next to him...

"So, what were we sayin' before these fuckers forced me to interrupt...?"

Without saying a word, the big man pulled out a poster and handed it to Dario, which said something about a contest whose prize was a sword.

"This could be interesting, boss. We need this sword." The big man, also known as Por K. Chop, Dario's right-hand man, replied in a gruff voice, not caring about the burnt body. It wasn't the first time he smelled burnt flesh, having seen it a hundred times with his boss.

Dario snapped his fingers, a casual gesture performed as if he hadn't torched a group of people into ashes seconds prior.

"Oh, yeah. Sword, big ass boar, and the contest. Hell, we even help'd finance the whole thing... I guess the job's doin' a number on me."

The man then threw his flamethrower behind him, with one of his goons immediately scrambling to collect it and clean it off while his boss spoke with his right hand.

"Whoever wins gets me armor. But of course, since our lass' gonna win anyway, that really doesn't matter, now does it? Bifufufufu!"

He laughed as he started to head off...

The big man nodded appreciatively as he grabbed his huge cleaver and meat hook.

"I'll take care of it personally, boss. But don't worry. Anyone who gets in our way will be made into mincemeat."

Said the big man as he went on his way and without saying a word grabbed a couple of men and dragged them to his task. After all, no one would say anything against the right hand. He decided what the men would do and anyone who opposed him became mincemeat for the next restaurant.

"Just to be extra sure, tho... Send a lad or two to keep an eye on the competition. If shit goes sideways, have them intervene. We'll win... But it's best to be 100% positive we'll get that sword."

The big man nodded appreciatively as he grabbed his huge cleaver and meat hook.

"I'll take care of it personally, boss. But don't worry. Anyone who gets in our way will be made into mincemeat."

Said the big man as he went on his way and without saying a word grabbed a couple of men and dragged them to his task. After all, no one would say anything against the right hand. He decided what the men would do and anyone who opposed him became mincemeat for the next restaurant.