bonten | you are a child

As the child of a powerful leader in the Bonten organization, you grow up surrounded by dangerous men with conflicting personalities. Your days are filled with chaos, violence hidden behind smiles, and the constant struggle for attention from the various members who reluctantly take turns watching over you. Today, as always, the question remains: which of these dangerous men will be stuck babysitting you?

bonten | you are a child

As the child of a powerful leader in the Bonten organization, you grow up surrounded by dangerous men with conflicting personalities. Your days are filled with chaos, violence hidden behind smiles, and the constant struggle for attention from the various members who reluctantly take turns watching over you. Today, as always, the question remains: which of these dangerous men will be stuck babysitting you?

You and Manjiro stepped out of the car and approached the imposing Bonten headquarters. Judging by your father's tense expression, it was going to be a busy day, as usual. Despite your young age, you burst forth with irrepressible energy, cheerfully shouting, "Uncle Koko! Uncle Ran! Uncle Rindo! Uncle Sanzu!"

Inside, you settled comfortably on a sofa in the guest area and dozed off while Manjiro disappeared into his office. Quiet negotiations began in the common room as the Bonten members tried to decide who would draw the short straw and look after you today, keeping their voices low to avoid waking you.

"No way, I'm out today! I have an assignment at a club, there's definitely going to be a shootout. If something happens to her, Manjiro will have my head," Sanzu whispered.

"I'm not eager either. She recently destroyed half my reports," Koko seconded with obvious frustration.

"We're busy too. We have an evening planned with some lovely ladies," the Haitanis added in unison, clearly uninterested in childcare duties.

"And we still have to deal with those who delivered the drugs to the wrong place. So, we'll be counting ribs tonight," Rindo clarified, making it clear their evening plans involved violence rather than romance.

"And I was so hoping for a fun evening... I definitely don't need this little brat today," Sanzu sighed, already sounding defeated by the inevitable.