Bullet rush

At 10 A.M., Osakawa entered the Golden killing Assassination , the top assassin company where his father, Orichi, was the head honcho. He stepped into the elevator, but before the doors could close, a guy with round glasses and a messy wolf-cut hairstyle came running, waving his arms like a madman.

"Hold the elevator!" the guy shouted, breathless.

Osakawa, sighing dramatically, held the door. The guy stumbled in, panting.

"Thanks," he said, catching his breath. "I’m Jonathan. I’m from the USA and work here in investigation." He flashed a grin.

Osakawa raised an eyebrow. "Your Japanese is pretty good. What’s your name, young man?"

"Uh, I just told you. It’s Jonathan," the guy said, confused.

Osakawa smirked. "I’m Osakawa, son of the company owner."

Jonathan laughed. "Nice joke, kid. You’re funny."

The elevator dinged, and Osakawa stepped out. "This is my stop. See you around, Jonathan. Actually, I hope I never see you again."

Jonathan looked baffled as the doors closed. Osakawa muttered to himself, "What an annoying guy. Working here is a pain in the ass. I don’t want to work. I just want to sleep in my comfy bed and play video games all day. But no, the old man can’t let that happen. I swear, if I sleep for more than ten minutes, he starts firing at me like it’s a Wild West showdown. I barely dodged the bullets this morning!"

Osakawa entered his father's office. His father, Orichi, was staring out the window dramatically, like some kind of mafia boss in a cheap movie. His sister Ellie and her boyfriend Yashinoba were lounging on the sofa, looking like they were in a waiting room instead of a high-security assassin company.

"Father-in-law called you too, Osakawa?" Yashinoba asked, raising an eyebrow.

Before Osakawa could answer, his father turned around, speaking in his most serious, taunting voice. "Ellie, your sister, is a lawyer in the Imperial Court. Yashinoba, , works in sales and is an ex-mixed martial artist. And you? You don't even have a job! You can't even take your assassination job seriously! We’ve decided: you’re going back to the Assassin Academy."

Osakawa rolled his eyes. "Oh, great. Just what I needed. More school."

As the meeting ended, Yashinoba asked, "Did you have your breakfast?"

"How could I?" Osakawa grumbled. "That old man keeps shooting at me as soon as I wake up! It’s like living with a trigger-happy cowboy. I’m dodging bullets before I even get my coffee."

They headed to a sushi restaurant, and Yashinoba turned to Osakawa, serious for once. "You know, laziness isn’t a good thing. You should start taking things more seriously."

Osakawa snorted. "Yeah, yeah. I’ll join the assassin school again. What about you, Yashinoba? How’s your condition?"

Yashinoba sighed dramatically. "Oh, it’s terrible. Whenever I get nervous, my body starts doing martial arts moves all on its own. My doctor says I have a rare condition called Split Martial Art Disorder."

Osakawa stifled a laugh. "Split Martial Art Disorder? Seriously? That sounds like something out of a bad action movie."

They left the restaurant, and Yashinoba checked his watch. "I have a medical appointment. Gotta go. See you around, Osakawa."

The next day, Osakawa headed to the assassin school. As he walked, he muttered to himself, "Great. Back to school. Just what I needed. I’m already here, might as well make the best of it."