The King of The Streets

Kazuo's name and reputation spread rapidly through the streets after that day. Whispered in awe by fools and spat like a curse by the washed-up has-beens who once ruled these alleys. He carved out his empire block by block, crew by crew, using fists and fury to establish dominion.

Those who scoffed at the young upstart threatening the old guard quickly learned the price of their folly. Like wolves to wounded prey, Kazuo's pack would descend - ruthless adolescent faces hardened by savagery beyond their years. Not content with merely winning fights, they aimed to utterly annihilate anyone fool enough to stand against Kazuo's ascension.

Soon Kazuo sat at the head of the largest teen street gang the city had seen. Feared by enemies and worshipped by followers ready to kill or die at his command. The delirious power intoxicated Kazuo, but he knew this was just the first bloody step on the long road to rule all.

While his child soldiers fought and died to expand his streets, Kazuo forged ties with older gangs controlling guns, drugs, gambling. Trading protection and new markets cut from rival territory, while all the while plotting to someday seize their operations too.

In opulent mansions and seedy underworld circles alike, ears strained to hear ever more fantastical stories of Kazuo's cunning brutality and soaring ambition. Who was this feral prodigy hellbent on forging his young, callous hands into a stranglehold over all? For Kazuo knew childhood was only a fading memory now - the time had come to shape the world itself into his empire.