Taming of the Lion

**Taming of the Lion** is the name of Yashiro Narumi's execution, as featured in Danganronpa: Operation V.K..

This execution was never executed, as Yashiro never killed another player. However, it was discovered above the Gymnasium in Compound vK, and two surviving participants were able to view a demo for how the execution would proceed.

## Sequence

*Excerpt taken from Chapter 88 of Danganronpa: Operation V.K.*

“Puhuhuhu! As we all stumble through the dessicated husk of society, the last Monokuma’s opens its doors as it always does! Come on in and try a double bacon cheeseburger. Enjoy Monokuma’s.” Monokuma. “And while you’re at it, ride up and enjoy *Taming of the Lion*, the execution we’ve prepared for the Ultimate Strongman, Yashiro Narumi!” Claus looked down at the ground and clicked his tongue.

Girl N, as usual. Boy G and Boy T, for some reason. Why would I be here? He wondered. It really was rather amazing that the MK-Ultra Brand *The Claw* (and Claus threw up his hands a little to mockingly make a gesture to accompany the thoughts he wasn’t speaking out loud, like a dork,) could even lift Yashiro and pull him that far. Not unreasonable, certainly, but Yashiro certainly was a large young man.

The camera panned to the Gymnasium, where Monokuma, in a circus ringleader outfit, twirled a cane around and leaned on it. “Ladies, gentlemen, ‘n bees, welcome to a very special show, with our guest star, one of the headliners of the famous Narumi Circus!” The wall of the Gymnasium began to retract, revealing Yashiro, behind a great cage. He was stuck, his arms crossed, in the top of the giant cannon. “It’s Boy Y, folks!” Several placards of circus animals showed up for effect, and circus signs proclaiming ‘THE AMAZING LION-MAN’S FINAL ACT!’ were illuminated on the walls. The lights above dimmed, and a spotlight pointed towards the star attraction. “This bad boy is a real unique specimen! He’s a real wildcat!”

Boy Y remained unfazed, stuck in the cannon. “In a few moments, we’ll be launching Boy Y from the cannon to begin our act!” A torch fell from the ceiling, and lit the fuse of the cannon, sucking Boy Y inside. “Three! Two! One! *Blastoff*!”

Launching out of the cannon with a great explosion, the charred Boy Y flew through several flaming hoops which descended from the ceiling before ramming into a bounce pad, sending him in another direction. This was repeated roughly four times, bouncing him around the room like a pinball, until he was suddenly caught by the foot, by a wire from above. “Ohh! Look at that high-flying action!” Monokuma clapped. The wire began swinging back and forth, spinning him wildly, occasionally throwing him up into the air and re-catching him as he fell. “What an amazing man, surviving such death-defying stunts!”

Boy Y, singed, charred, slightly on fire, and whipped around, was in fact still alive as the wire threw him up once more, and a tightrope extended out of the wall to catch him as he fell. He landed on his feet, of course, and beneath him, a series of sawblades extended out of the wall, looming beneath the tightrope. He kept his balance, though, even as spears began to come out of the wall and attempt to trip him up. He was impaled through the arm and leg, but still retained his balance even through the pain.

Reaching the other side of the tightrope, a small wooden platform, Boy Y was suddenly shot downwards, as the platform was likely of the same make as the Power Pole. He rolled onto the floor, almost completely discombobulated, but managed to dodge out of the way of the spiked barrels Monokuma had begun rolling along the floor to try and catch him. He dodged to the side, jumped over them, continued his advance towards Monokuma, determination in his fist. Even taking some glancing blows from the barrels, and continuing to lose blood, he charged towards Monokuma, ready to end it all—

“And how was that, folks?!” Monokuma cried, twirling his cane up to the ceiling, causing a cage to fall atop Yashiro. “Certainly, I’ve made my case. Who wants him?!”

Around Boy Y, specters in old-fashioned clothing began to appear with help of a fog machine, their ghostly gestures occasionally throwing out price tags for the sale of the Amazing Lion-Man. A few threw rocks or tomatoes at the boy, as though he were some kind of freak. “Sixty thousand yen? Seventy? Do I hear eighty? Eighty thousand yen?! Alright, ninety thousand! Ninety thousand yen, a steal for this one-of-a-kind specimen! Going once! Going twice! Sold! Eighty thousand yen for the Amazing Lion-Man!”

The lights turned off, and then turned back on, revealing Monokuma in a Victorian dress, with hand fan and blonde wig. “Oh, dear, it’s so curious!” The noblewoman Monokuma laughed, fanning herself. “You belong to me now, kitty! Let’s get you cleaned up!”

She produced a brush and began brushing Yashiro’s back, where his ‘fur’ would be, but the material wasn’t quite kitty brush material. Boy Y’s stifled grunts of pain indicated that, if not the great deal of blood and bits of skin on the brush. “Oh, you are so dirty! It seems kitty needs a bath!” Monokuma cackled. A vat came out of the wall, unveiling a pool of visibly boiling-hot water. “A hot-blooded kitty needs a hot-blooded bath!”

The weapons were removed, increasing the rate of bleeding, and the savaged, ruined Boy Y was moved on a moving platform up to the pool. His breathing was shaky, but even so, he never screamed, even when Monokuma pulled a switch, causing the platform to flip him into the boiling hot water. The noise was awful, the horrible searing noise of his blood filling the water and slowly evaporating, of his raw, uncovered flesh burning alive, but he never screamed. Not even when he used the last of his strength to reach his hand out and try to pull himself away from the pain, only for Monokuma to shove it back underwater and cackle, did he scream.

A bath curtain was drawn against the scene. The credits played.