The Brutal Life Of A Delinquent

Puppet brawl

3rd person POV:

Tony was currently giving her daughter another lesson about how his world worked.

Tony: Fighting... It's more important than you think.

Anna: I hate violence...

Tony: I get that, but you need to understand that it's important.

Tony: To this gang, our rival gangs, and our sibling gangs.

Tony: Martial arts, the act of fists clashing.

Tony: That's how we settle things.

Anna: But you have guns.

Tony: Bloodshed is a major setback for all sides at best.

Tony: To avoid it, we settle things with what some would say, the old fashioned way.

Tony: Sometimes, people don't like the outcome, and that's where the guns come again.

The leader of Gin then received a phone call. Answering it, he was updated by the condition of Alexandra.

Tony:... I see.

Tony: Once Scar is done with there job, put them on the job.

Hanging up, he turns back to Anna.

Tony: It's good to have strong people on your side. It's also good to have experts on firearms.

He continued to teach Anna, much to her dismay.

(Opening theme)

The trio was currently sitting on a bench.

Leona:(mumbles) What am I going to do...?

Leona:(mumbles) I've been branded as a traitor, and with how things are going, there's no way I can salvage it...

Leona:(mumbles) All my hard work to get the position of general... For nothing...

(Y/n): What the hell are you mumbling about?

Leona: Oh nothing... Just how, because of you, I'm considered a traitor, along with all the hard work I did, to get my position is now meaningless.

Leona: I have nothing now... Nothing!

(Y/n): How is that my fault?

Leona: You know exactly how.

Marcus: Why don't you tell us about the next general, since you have nothing to lose.

Leona:...(sigh)

Leona: Sure, whatever...

Leona: Reginald Gustav and Scar.

Marcus: Are those the two last generals?

Leona: No, there one general.

Leona: Nicknamed the puppet dealer, he's... Not all right in the head.

Leona: His expertise is in guns, bombs, and other things of the sort.

(Y/n): Lame. The others at least had some kind of gimmick.

Leona: He has guns.

Marcus: Maybe we should avoid him... Them... Whatever.

(Y/n): I'll avoid him after I hospitalize him.