Chapter 1

Shinpei, who used to be the legendary boss of Ueyama, was now a gray-haired old man, but his gaze was still alive. His eyes were so fierce that no one dared to look at them directly, not even the leaders who had been in their group for years. Only Daiki, the current boss of Ueyama, could face his grandfather Shinpei. And there was only one person who was capable of turning Shinpei into a good old town grandfather…

Daiki looked at his young son Touma, who was playing fearlessly on the Tokonoma, which held a vase of over a hundred years old. Shinpei, who was sitting to his right, looked back at Daiki’s gaze and got up in a hurry as he approached Touma.

“Aigoo, this boy. It’s dangerous to play in a place like this.”

“Grandfather, Touma go home.”

“You want to go home?”

“Mn! Go sleep.”

“Then, will you come sleep with your grandfather tomorrow?’

At Shinpei’s words, Touma glanced at Daiki and smiled widely.

“Papa too?”

He was saying that if his Papa stayed, he would stay too. Shinpei smiled and held his young great-grandson in his arms. And just like always, Touma rubbed Shinpei’s wrinkled face with both hands.

“Let’s stop talking for now. The child seems tired.”

“Then, I’ll see you next month.”

“Please, drop by so you can drink a cup of tea with your grandfather, even if it’s not next month.”

“I will.”

Daiki stretched his arms for Touma, who was becoming heavier as the days went by.

“Come on. Don’t take this pleasure away from an old man. These days I only live for the joy of seeing Touma.”

“Don’t say that.”

“I’ve already become too old.”

“Grandfather is still the only person I can depend on.”

“If someone hears the boss of Ueyama saying such weak words, they can be used against you.”

“I’m not speaking as the Ueyama boss, I’m speaking as a grandson.”

Shinpei’s face stretched out into a smile as if he enjoyed hearing his grandson’s sincere words.

“Haha, you punk. Why are you poking your grandfather’s nose?’

“It white!” Touma was amazed by the white hairs sticking out of his grandfather’s nose. Who would dare to touch the nose hairs of the legendary Ueyama Shinpei, who controlled Tokyo all on his own? No one except Touma, who was like an angel in everyone’s eyes.

As the three people went outside, many of the organizations subordinates were bowing on both sides of the garden, which stretched over 50 meters long(about 55 yards/164 feet) towards their car.Today marked the date of their monthly meeting. The meeting began early in the morning and finished in the afternoon for young Touma.

Touma, the next Ueyama boss, was only three years old but he was treated just as well as his father Daiki.

The rest of the organization leaders stayed for a late banquet, bu Daiki made sure to hurry home with Touma.

“Grandpa, can Touma and papa go in car together?” (T/N: touma used 빠방 to refer to the car, which is the equivalent of saying vroom vroom. So cute)

At Touma’s words, both Shinpei and Daiki’s expressions darkened. From the moment Touma was born, he had never been in the same car as Daiki. They always rode in different car’s in case they were ever faced with a dangerous situation. Touma hated it. His big eyes glistened brightly as he looked at his grandfather, thinking he could ride with Daiki if he asked Shinpei who always said yes to anything he said.

Shinpei, troubled, couldn’t say a word and only smiled as he watched his young great-grandson. Daiki glanced at Kenta, who had been following them. Kenta carefully approached Shinpei and took Touma from his arms.

“Go in the car with Kenta, our puppy. Next time you can ride with your grandfather.”

“Man, I understand. Bye-bye grandpa!’

The young but intelligent Touma went with Kenta into the same car, as if he could see his grandfather’s troubled heart.

“Then we’ll see you next time.”

“Yes, be careful on your way back.”

When Daiki bowed his head deeply towards Shinpei, the rest of the members of the organization immediately bowed their heads towards the current and former leaders of Ueyama.