Tokyo, 1991: Starting as a bank clerk

Chapter 115 Kajiwara Shozo's Choice [Second Update, Requesting Monthly Tickets]

The night wind on Mount Rokko was rather biting.

The dim yellow light from the first floor of the clubhouse shone through the glass doors and fell on the cold, damp ground in front of the stone steps, illuminating the chaotic scene before them.

Kajiwara Masazō had dropped the dagger from his hand, and it lay askew not far away.

The black handbag was thrown open, and its contents were scattered all over the floor.

Paper, cards, keys, booklets, vouchers, and a small booklet with a foreign title were blown by the night wind and almost covered the edge of the steps.

Kenta Sasaki clutched his right forearm, his forehead covered in cold sweat from the pain, but his eyes were fixed on the scattered documents on the ground, and he seemed to stop breathing for a moment.

Arima Kishou had already pinned Kajiwara Masazō to the ground, pinning his arms behind his back and pressing his knee firmly against the man's lower back.

Kajiwara struggled a couple of times, but couldn't move at all. His face was pressed against the cold ground, and he could only let out suppressed groans.

Even so, Arima couldn't help but look up and glance at Kiryu Yaya.

He saw it most clearly in that instant.

Kiryu Yaya simply held the long white umbrella in his hand and accurately parried the blade; then, with a flick of his wrist, the dagger was knocked to the ground, and even the handbag in Kajiwara's hand was sent flying.

The whole movement was so fast that it was almost impossible for anyone to react.

It's definitely about real skill.

Masakazu Yamada was stunned for half a second before he finally came to his senses.

He glanced at the dagger on the ground, then at the white umbrella hanging askew in Kiryu Yaya's hand. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, but he didn't ask any further questions. He simply ordered in a deep voice, "Put those things away first."

"Arima, hold him steady."

"Sasaki, how's your hand?"

"It's alright—"

Kenta Sasaki grimaced and managed to squeeze out, "It hurts, but it's probably not broken."

"Nonsense, you would have cried long ago if it hadn't been cut off."

Yamada Masakazu cursed under his breath, but immediately turned around, took the first-aid kit from the car, tore open the gauze, and pressed it against his wound.

Kiryu Yaya also walked over and glanced down at Sasaki's right forearm.

The sleeve was ripped open, and blood soaked through the shirt, a shocking sight. Fortunately, the wound was just skin and flesh turned inside out, and the knife tip hadn't actually penetrated deep.

"The wound isn't deep, but it's bleeding a lot, and it looks scary."

Upon hearing this, Yamada Masakazu visibly breathed a sigh of relief and, together with Kiryu, performed a simple first aid to stop the bleeding on Sasaki.

"Just bear with it."

"I'd like to endure it—"

Sasaki gasped in pain, but knowing his injury wasn't as serious as he'd imagined, the tension on his face finally eased a bit.

He couldn't help but look up at Kiryu Yaya, his eyes still filled with lingering shock: "Kiryu—what was that just now?"

"kendo."

Kiryu Yaya didn't even look up, his tone calm.

"—You also know kendo?"

Kenta Sasaki's eyes widened, as if he were seeing this usually quiet classmate for the first time.

Masakazu Yamada glanced at Kiryu, his expression somewhat complicated.

Just how much is this kid hiding?

After bandaging the wound, Kiryu Yaya got up and walked back to the stone steps, where he began to pick up the scattered documents one by one.

Agreement for real estate under another person's name.

A cipher table for anonymous accounts at Swiss banks.

Purchase loan agreement for Abeno Residence.

Agreement on the beneficiaries of the land in Jimian.

Gold spot custody certificate.

There are also several pages filled with densely written records of fund transfers.

He organized the materials while quickly scanning the contents.

After Yamada Masakazu secured the bandages for Sasaki, he also came over.

Upon seeing the documents in Kiryu's hand, he paused for a moment, then his eyes suddenly lit up.

These few physical evidences alone are enough to prove that Kajiwara Masazō hid assets.

He raised his hand and patted Kiryu Yaya's shoulder, his voice filled with barely suppressed relief and gratitude.

"Kiryu."

"Yes."

"You saved more than just me today."

Looking at Kajiwara Masakazu on the ground, Yamada Masakazu slowly said, "You saved the entire Financing Review Division."

Kiryu Yaya smiled slightly: "Section Chief, you flatter me."

Before Yamada Masakazu could say anything, he walked up to Kajiwara Masazo, who was being held down on the ground, and looked down at the president of the Higashi-Osaka-cho factory.

"President Kajiwara, didn't you say at the factory that all the money from the bank was being used to bail out the employees and the factory?"

He waved the document in his hand.

"And what are these things?"

Kajiwara Masazō's expression changed, but he still stubbornly insisted, "I—I don't know what you're talking about."

"have no idea?"

Kiryu Yaya opened one of the nominee agreements: "Abeno residence, Minoo land, Kobe apartment, anonymous Swiss account, and custody certificate for thirty-six kilograms of gold."

"You lent out funds, laundered them, and then registered them under other people's names, and now you're telling us you didn't know?"

He looked up at Kajiwara.

"Based on what I see right now, a rough estimate suggests that it's more than enough to repay the remaining 800 million yen to the bank."

Upon hearing this, Masakazu Yamada's eyes almost immediately lit up.

If Kiryu's judgment is correct, then there is a possibility that Higashi-Osaka Seiko's bad debt can be recovered.

Kajiwara Masazō's expression froze at that moment.

"What isn't mine—those aren't mine—"

He denied it incoherently, his voice already weakening.

Kiryu Yaya sneered, flipped to the key page of the nominee agreement, and handed it directly to him.

"Take the Abeno residence for example. You paid for the mortgage and the renovations, and the subsequent bank statements match up. You still say it's not yours?"

Kiryu Yaya leaned down slightly, his eyes turning completely cold.

"You owe money to the banks, money to the suppliers, money to the employees and the entire factory. And then you turn around and hide your assets, then put on a show of helplessness."

"President Kajiwara, do you think everyone is an idiot?"

Kajiwara Masazō's complexion gradually faded, and even his lips began to turn pale.

Kiryu Yaya straightened up, his tone returning to calm: "Now you have two paths."

"First, we'll call the police directly. For assault with a knife, maliciously concealing assets, or making false declarations, the police and the IRS will both talk to you."

"Secondly, you will come back to Mitsubishi Bank with us now and explain all these matters in detail."

"You choose."

Kajiwara Masazō opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

Arima Kishou pressed his knee down even further with a blank expression.

"Uh-one"

Kajiwara winced in pain, his face contorted in agony, and the last vestige of his bravado vanished completely.

He stopped struggling and slumped down as if all his energy had been drained.

"I'll go back with you."

Yamada Masakazu stared at him for two seconds, and finally a rare smile appeared on his face.

"very good."

He turned around and looked at the group.

"Pack your things and head back to the bank."