I Became a Yakuza's Daughter

Chapter 5: Yakuza’s Daughter (4)  

A yakuza’s daughter.  

I was born into the Minamoto family, a household with money, power, and perhaps even more than that.  

Normally, life should have been easy.  

Unfortunately, this world was anything but easy.  

Situations where my life was constantly at risk happened far too often.  

I was born with a blessed body, capable of handling most threats, but in the end, I was still human.  

There was no way I could face terrorists without a gun.  

The gun I always used in my past life was the HK416.  

Because it had always been with me in life-or-death situations, my trust in that gun was immense.  

The problem was that this world didn’t have the same model.  

I asked Genji to help me test every firearm available in this world, but none of them fit my hands properly.  

Then, one day.  

The head of the Fujiwara family asked me what I wanted as a birthday present.  

If it doesn’t exist, why not just make it?  

That was the moment I arrived at such a simple solution.  

The Minamoto family was, after all, a yakuza household.  

It was true that we operated various businesses and had our share of wealth and connections, but we couldn’t compare to the Fujiwara family.  

That’s why I confidently said I wanted a gun—one that existed solely for me, and me alone.  

I had disassembled the HK416 countless times.  

Handing over the design schematics of each part wasn’t a difficult task.  

And then—  

The moment I first held the completed HK416!  

Even for someone like me, who rarely showed emotions, that day I was so happy that I smiled the entire time.  

The power of the Fujiwara family was truly incredible.  

The HK416 they created was several times better than the one from my past life.  

Its size was perfectly adjusted to my small frame, providing an impeccable grip.  

Since it wasn’t made for mass production, its accuracy and details exceeded even my expectations.  

However, there were two things I found disappointing.  

First, since it was designed for a 14-year-old girl, it was far too light.  

Even though I was already stronger than an adult man at 14, the scientists wouldn’t have known that.  

That’s why its name was Air-001.  

Because it was the lightest firearm in existence.  

The second issue was the design, which was tailored for a girl.  

As if it were some kind of game skin, it had pink highlights in certain areas.  

Did they match it to my hair color?  

Honestly, to an outsider, it could easily be mistaken for a toy gun.  

Still, the joy of being able to hold an HK416 in this world far outweighed any complaints.  

I also loved the fact that it was a one-of-a-kind firearm, made just for me.  

Air, the gun that resembled the HK416, became my most treasured possession.  

Since then, multiple upgraded versions had been developed.  

The first one was made when I was 14.  

Two years later, today, Air-005 existed.  

They were produced approximately every six months, and even now, the best engineers in the field were dedicating themselves to creating an even better gun just for me.  

“That’s an Air prototype, isn’t it?”  

And there was no way Genji wouldn’t know all this.  

With just one glance, he recognized that I was holding Air-001, the firearm I cherished the most in the world.  

Unlike the other versions, which existed in pairs, there was only one version of 001.  

The first prototype, and at the same time, the very first completed model.  

The only one of its kind.  

“Yeah.”  

Functionally, the later versions were better.  

And yet, the fact that I brought this particular one to such an important duel meant only one thing.  

‘Did he think I wouldn’t be able to cut through?’  

Air-001.  

A gun designed to minimize weight and recoil as much as possible.  

While it had the minimum hardness required of a firearm, it wasn’t exactly sturdy.  

‘A brilliant strategy.’  

Genji’s hand, which was resting on the hilt of his sword, trembled faintly.  

If even a little bit of Air’s paint got scratched—  

—There was a chance I might cry.  

The very thought of it sent his heart plummeting straight into hell.  

“Dad. What are the rules?”  

“The first to so much as graze the other’s uniform wins.”

That’s an absurd condition.  

A gun and a sword were fighting, yet the rule was to graze the opponent’s uniform?  

If it had been the Noa from my past life, I would have felt insulted.  

But I knew all too well that this wasn’t just empty boasting.  

The Minamoto were born with inhuman bodies and talents.  

And Genji was no exception.  

I slowly raised my gun.  

The moment Genji’s stance lowered—  

Bang!  

With the pull of my trigger, Sally’s Law was set into motion.  

**  

Chise swallowed hard.  

Genji didn’t seem shaken in the slightest.  

Using a sword against a gun?  

She knew Genji was a legendary man, but was that really possible?  

“Is she really shooting?”  

“You don’t need to worry! Oyabun would never underestimate our little Oyabun. He must be properly wearing a bulletproof vest. Hahaha!”  

That’s not the issue!  

Chise barely managed to hold back a scream.  

And then, flames burst from Noa’s muzzle.  

Tatata!  

Noa fired with light movements. The bullets embedded themselves into the dojo floor.  

She was aiming for Genji’s feet.  

“This is insane!”  

Chise couldn’t stay seated and leaped to her feet.  

“…He’s dodging them all.”  

Chise simply couldn’t believe it.  

Genji was dodging all of Noa’s bullets.  

Having been to the shooting range with Noa, Chise knew.  

She knew how exceptional Noa’s shooting skills were.  

She wasn’t missing—Genji was seeing and dodging every shot.  

Was that even humanly possible?  

On top of that, Genji was even deflecting some bullets.  

“How in the world is he…”  

“They’re not bullets.”  

Takeo, unable to take his eyes off Genji, spoke.  

“Oyabun is dodging the gun itself!”  

“Th-That’s the same thing, isn’t it?”  

“Look closely. Oyabun never lets himself align with the gun barrel!”  

Only then did Chise see it.  

Genji was moving before Noa even fired.  

He was calculating the muzzle’s trajectory and dodging accordingly.  

But that was easier said than done.  

‘That’s even harder!’  

For Noa, all she had to do was make slight wrist movements.  

But Genji had to move his entire body.  

There was no need to explain which was more difficult.  

“But as expected of our little Oyabun! She already saw through that and is mixing in countless feints! Thanks to that, Oyabun hasn’t even been able to get close!”  

“Oyabun is maintaining a certain distance! At this rate, she’ll finish him off the moment she reloads!”  

Chise was completely overwhelmed.  

She could no longer keep up with Genji’s movements.  

“Whoa! Look, Lady Fujiwara! Little Oyabun just reloaded in less than a second!”  

‘I don’t get it, but please win, Noa…!’  

Chise had given up trying to figure out who was winning.  

All she could hear was the sharp sounds of impact—crashes and smashes that made her feel dizzy.  

She could only focus on Takeo’s play-by-play commentary.  

“Little Oyabun should be running out of spare magazines soon!”  

“Huh? T-Then isn’t that bad?”  

But there was a limit.  

Bullets weren’t infinite.  

Hope was crumbling!  

Chise called out desperately.  

“Noa!”  

“Hahaha! Don’t worry. Our little Oyabun never intended to win by shooting in the first place.”  

“Huh? What do you mean…?”

“It’s hand-to-hand combat. From the very beginning, she intended to settle this fight through close combat. The gunfire was nothing more than testing her luck once.”  

Takeo spoke without taking his eyes off the match.  

“This place puts guns at a disadvantage.”  

“At a disadvantage?”  

Chise couldn’t believe it.  

It was a gun, after all…?  

“There’s an audience, isn’t there? No matter how she acts, our little Oyabun cherishes us. She wouldn’t allow anyone to get injured in a match like this.”  

“Oh. That’s why Noa only shot at the ground.”  

The movements were too fast to follow, but that part, she remembered clearly.  

‘As expected, Noa is kind.’  

Even in this chaos, Chise was melting at that thought.  

But that didn’t last long.  

Her eyes widened as she realized the danger.  

“Then isn’t this bad for Noa? In close combat, guns are at a disadvantage against swords.”  

“Hahaha! There’s no way Oyabun would dare to damage Air.”  

“Ah.”  

Chise had realized something huge.  

Noa cherished Air immensely.  

She even slept hugging it for a while.  

And Genji—he was the kind of doting father that even Chise found excessive.  

She once saw Noa bring him a rotten tangerine, saying, ‘This is for Dad,’ and he had been so touched that a single tear fell.  

‘Air is so light that even I can lift it. That means it’s not very durable. So… Uncle can’t touch Air?’  

Then, that meant Noa would win?  

But that illusion shattered instantly.  

Clang!  

Sparks flew as the muzzle of the gun clashed with the sword.  

It was a full-force strike, with no hint of holding back.  

For the first time, Chise saw Noa being overpowered by sheer strength.  

With a dark expression, Chise muttered,  

“He doesn’t seem to be holding back.”  

“The muzzle of Air is just as strong as a sword! But since he can’t touch any other parts, our little Oyabun still has the advantage.”  

However, unlike before, when even their movements were hard to follow, Chise could clearly see Noa being pushed back.  

Genji was overwhelming her without moving much at all.  

“By the way, Lady Fujiwara, did you place any bets on this match?”  

“No. If I did, my father would scold me.”  

“Haha. Is that so?”  

Chise asked with a bitter expression,  

“Then, where did you bet, Takeo?”  

Takeo pounded his chest with confidence and declared,  

“On our little Oyabun, of course!”  

“Why…?”  

“Because our Oyabun—”  

Takeo grinned.  

“—is someone who can’t even bring himself to cut a single strand of our little Oyabun’s hair.”  

And at that moment—  

The match ended.  

Genji’s sword had stopped just near Noa’s hair.  

At his feet lay a torn piece of white fabric from his uniform.  

**  

The real purpose of this match was something else entirely.  

To let my hair be cut, pretending it was an accident.  

But that plan failed spectacularly.  

Instead of cutting my hair, Genji chose to lose.  

“So that’s why you didn’t tie your hair… This was your plan all along.”  

I protested with all my frustration.  

“You hate the idea of me cutting my hair that much?”  

Genji widened his eyes and emphasized,  

“Even if you put a blade to my throat, I would never allow it.”  

Utter disgust.  

I scowled.  

I had won, but somehow, I found myself disliking Genji even more.