In his childhood, he would annually attend the grandest festival in his hometown. Japanese festivals brim with vibrant stalls known as “tekiya,” where one can indulge in games and savor delectable chicken. Yet, the shadows of the Yakuza often manned these booths. The sight of their intricate tattoos, however captivating, would strike a chord of caution within him, a stark reminder of their formidable nature. Nevertheless, he found himself entranced by the artistry of their inked patterns, fostering a desire to connect with them. As a young boy, he admired these enigmatic figures from afar, navigating his interactions with a careful innocence, ever mindful not to offend.