[MF] Ch 13: Rob the Yakuza

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A new day, a new city, a new troll.

Early that morning, Kaito headed straight to Fuyuki Airport.

Yesterday, he'd already booked a ticket out of town—destination: Mifune City.

Up until now, he'd had no real identity in this world. Moving around was awkward, and he had to rely on flawless acting just to bluff his way through situations. But ever since he drew the item "Your identity is whatever you say it is", things had changed.

With that, he could walk anywhere with confidence.

Once the Masked Fool was unchained, what would happen next? Even Kaito wasn't sure.

The moment he activated that item, a brand-new identity was neatly constructed for him—complete with official documents, records in the system, and zero risk of exposure. Everything checked out.

Narrow in scope, maybe. Useless to most people. But on a conceptual level? Absolutely broken.

Passing airport security with ease, Kaito strolled through the gate like a normal businessman. Without those papers, he'd never make it this far. Traveling without an ID was far too troublesome.

And for a Fool? Even a rookie Fool? Embarrassment was the greatest sin.

So, just like that, he slipped out of Fuyuki and toward a city a few hundred kilometers away.

No doubt about it, he'd already stepped off the stage of Fate/Zero's story. A stricter system would've smacked him back into place.

But the Fun System didn't care in the slightest. For a Fool, as long as there was fun to be had, what did it matter if he strayed from the "main quest" area? He could hop off the planet if he wanted. As long as he got the job done, everything else was fair play.

The flight took less than an hour. Soon, Kaito was in Mifune City.

For people who only knew Fate and nothing of Nasu Kinoko's other works, the name meant nothing. But for those who'd read The Garden of Sinners (Kara no Kyoukai or Rakkyo), this was home turf. Originally separate worlds, but once Fate exploded in popularity, Nasu had merged them into one giant shared universe.

Which meant Kaito, though in the Fate timeline, would inevitably cross paths with characters from The Garden of Sinners.

And that was opportunity.

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Kaito spent his first day quietly observing, gathering intel. He didn't make a move until night fell.

His first mission? Borrow some "living expenses" from the local Yakuza.

Sure, he had turned down Kirei Kotomine's fat check just for the fun of it. Noble, maybe. But his wallet wasn't doing a good job.

Back in Fuyuki, the reason he could afford a hotel was simple—he'd already "borrowed" some cash from the Yakuza there. With his body being stronger than any ordinary human's, shaking down a local gang wasn't difficult as long as they weren't one of the heavy hitters.

Of course, he always went in disguise. The Fool had no interest in cops showing up later to ruin the mood.

But Mifune wasn't like quiet little Fuyuki. This was a major city near Tokyo. More people. More money. More gangs.

Which meant bigger fish to fry.

By the time night deepened, Kaito had already tracked down the biggest, richest Yakuza syndicate in town. Their headquarters: a four-story building in the commercial district.

A perfect target.

Because Yakuza groups thrived on shady dealings, they stashed a lot of their off-the-books money right in their own stronghold.

Tonight, those safes were Kaito's prey. And this time, he wasn't playing it careful. With the "Iron Man Tokiomi" character card in hand, he had the tools to go in loud.

The method was straightforward: activate the card, use magic to make the ordinary employees ignore him, then march right in. Jarvis and the Iron Man suit took care of the rest—wiping cameras, erasing traces, shredding evidence.

He went straight up to the top floor, to the president's office, where two safes sat waiting.

With a grin, Kaito stuffed them into his system inventory like luggage and strolled out the front door.

Arrogant. Effortless.

Because that was exactly what Iron Man Tokiomi would do. Just like Tony Stark himself—flashy, confident, not really a "robber."

I mean, come on. Think about it: what's (-1 × -1)? Positive, right? So robbing a robber, stealing from thieves—that's basically a good deed.

Twisted morals? Total BS? Maybe. But you can't deny—it sounds fun.

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Next, rather than head back to his hotel, Kaito carried the safes to an abandoned building. With the suit's power, he ripped them open like tin cans.

Inside: six gold bars, two million yen in cash, and a pile of paper documents.

At first, Kaito assumed they were records of illegal deals. But when he flipped through them, he found property deeds, and lists of the syndicate's political ties and powerful partners across Mifune.

Most of it didn't matter to him. But then a name jumped out.

The Ryougi family.

Kaito froze, then leaned in with interest. He skimmed the whole section in minutes.

"So that's how it is… The Ryougis own half this city's roots. No wonder the Yakuza call them untouchable."

He clicked his tongue in admiration. The dossier described the Ryougis as a mysterious, immensely powerful family with deep influence. They weren't just feared—they were respected.

Another syndicate had once dared to cross them, trying to squeeze some profit. That syndicate had long since been erased from history. The one Kaito had just robbed only rose afterward, precisely because they'd been careful enough never to make the same mistake.

In fact, part of the cash he'd taken tonight—one million yen—had been set aside as the gang's regular "tribute" to the Ryougis.

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