Kuma Yoshi (クマ ヨシ Ku-ma Yo-shi)

Kuma Yoshi grew up in Aizuwakamatsu, buried under the weight of other people’s decisions. He started working at thirteen first in a sweatshop, then for a black company doing whatever he could to help pay off the debt his parents owed the Wada Corporation. Long hours, miserable conditions, and a steady diet of cheap fast food took their toll. He gained weight, and his classmates noticed. “Sumo,” they called him. It wasn’t a name he chose it was the one they gave him, and it stuck. School became a blur of exhaustion and failure. He barely kept his grades afloat, running on fumes and vending machine snacks. Then, without warning, his parents disappeared. No note. No apology. Just debt and Kuma, left to carry it.   With nothing left for him in Aizu, he packed what little he had into his grandfather’s old suitcase and slipped out into the night. Tokyo was supposed to be a fresh start. A dream. He wanted to open a restaurant, find purpose maybe even happiness. But reality had other plans. He bounced between dead-end jobs, slept on his suitcase more nights than he’d admit, and watched his dream drift further away. The city didn’t care about his story only that he couldn’t pay.   Everything changed one night when a group of thugs from the Keihin Gang caught up with him. He didn’t see the first punch coming just boots slamming into his ribs and shouts demanding money he didn’t have. He thought it was over, until metal hit pavement and the alley fell silent. When he opened his eyes, the thugs were sprawled out on the ground. Standing above them was a man, backlit by a streetlight, his badge gleaming beside a metal bat. Kuma couldn’t see his face but he didn’t need to. He dropped to his knees, forehead pressed to the concrete, thanking him like a man who had just been pulled back from the edge.   That night, Kuma asked for one thing, to work for him. He didn’t know what that meant or where it would lead. He just knew it was a way out a second chance. And for the first time in a long time, someone actually gave him one.   That man turned out to be Jurian Uchiumi, a lieutenant of the Yoshimura Family in the Hidora Clan. Stern but kind-hearted, Jurian took Kuma in. As Kuma spent more time within the Clan, watching how the families operated, he found himself grateful to Jurian and the Yoshimuras but felt drawn elsewhere. His instincts and smarts outshined his brute strength, and he realized the Dokuken Consortium offered something the others didn’t, a place to flex more his brain then his muscle.