Reincarnated as a Yakuza... Again!

A gentle warmth rose like a boiling pot of tea threatening to overflow. Being the heir to nobility he had never felt anything but cold and snobbish arrogance from his family leading the singular urge to leave his family. This feeling thus came as a huge surprise. "Asta… Astaroth". Bang! It was as if an explosive had gone of in his head. Clark felt as though needles were poking the insides of his brain as well as his skull trying escape the confines of his brain. The pain slowly grew till he was unable to bear it and before he could make a sound his eyes rolled over and he fainted.

The ice we skate is getting pretty thin

All that glitters is gold

He was in part flustered from the game, but the more annoying thing was the forty-something spray-tanned asshole bleeding all over the floor in front of him, testing his patience