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Hayashi Hiroshi Character Story

Congrats to @agentshilonglang for winning one of the give away translations! Please enjoy a character I likely would have never translated otherwise.

Hayashi Hiroshi, “the man who speaks his mind”

As you can see, Hayashi is one of a very small number of cards to have the lowest rarity possible, N. He’s been in since the game began and eventually got an SSR card (after being beaten out for it the first time by Nishida). A ton of the original cards had character stories set in the game’s present day of 2019, so if you ever wanted to see Hayashi interact with Ichiban you’re in luck!

Without further ado, let’s go.

Summary: The Omi sends Hayashi as a hitman after Ichiban, and Ichiban finds he respects the man far more than the usual rabble of the Omi. Hayashi can’t help but agree, and feels he’s finally found the next dragon.

Ichiban: Man I'm hungry... Where to go for a meal.

???: Are you, Kasuga-han? Ichiban: ...Huh!? Hayashi: It's nice to finally meet ya. I'm Hayashi, of the 8th Chairman's Omi Alliance.

Ichiban: Ah, so that's it... See ya. Hayashi: Hold on a sec! Where d'ya think you're goin'!

Ichiban: I'm starving. Would you mind if we do this after? Ichiban: Or you could come with? As long as you can handle greasy stuff, that is. Hayashi: Are ya stupid!? You're tryin' to yank my chain, aren't ya... Hayashi: I guess it's been a while since I've been able to prove myself, but I didn't think the target would be a total chinpira. Hayashi: What the hell is HQ thinkin'? Damn it... Ichiban: Whaaaat are you grumbling about?

Hayashi: Eh, it's fine. Let's get this over with already! <Hayashi swings his pipe> Hayashi: Hey! I'll kill ya! I'm gonna beat ya to death!

<they fight, Hayashi does not beat him to death>

Hayashi: Shit... This bastard...!

Ichiban: Haa, haa... God damn, I underestimated how strong this guy'd be...! Ichiban: You said you were Hayashi of the Omi Alliance...? That's a name I'll remember. Hayashi: Heh heh.... That's my line. (Tl note: he has a fufufufu laugh that's kind of killing me) Hayashi: I thought this was a borin' shit stain of a job, but it seems I was mistaken. Hayashi: Kasuga Ichiban-han... It's been a long time since I fought someone with any backbone. Hayashi: But that's enough for now. 'Til next time... <Hayashi walks away> Ichiban: ...He had a real dangerous look in his eye. Ichiban: Ahh, shit, I'm still starving. Where can I get a meal real quick...

<END PART 1> Barker: Sir! Can I interest you in a cabaret club?

Ichiban: Huh? A cabaret club? Barker: We've got lots of lovely ladies~ How does 1 hour for 2,000 yen sound~? Ichiban: 2,000 yen? That's way too cheap. This is some kind of rip-off joint, isn't it? Barker: No way, no way! This club has been commended for it's transparent billing! Ichiban: I seeee, it must be pretty good then. Alright, let's give it a whirl. Barker: Thanks much! One customer, coming up~ <they go to the club> Hayashi: Welcome, Kasuga-han.

Ichiban: ...Man, a rip-off joint would've been better. Hayashi: There aren't barkers in Kamurocho these days, now are there? It was a trap for you and you alone. (TL note: this is true, in the early 2010s there was a lot of crackdowns on club barkers and now most people are referred via info booths, word of mouth, or the internet) Hayashi: You put me in your debt, the other day. I intend to return the favor.

Ichiban: ...Well this is a real roundabout way to set up another fight. Or is this just the Kansai way? Hayashi: Kasuga-han, ya didn't seem like the type to fight for no reason. Hayashi: So now I've made a situation where ya have to fight, regardless of distaste. Hayashi: If you want to leave here, you'll either go through me or be leavin' in a casket. Ichiban: Heh, I got it. ...Well,, seems like I've got no choice but to go all out. Hayashi: Heh haha! That's good! Show your resolve!!

<they fight, Ichiban wins again>

Hayashi: Uguh... As expected, Kasuga-han....

Ichiban: Ha.... Ha.... Heheh, you're wicked strong. Ichiban: I didn't know there were still yakuza like you in the Omi. It's a surprise.

Ichiban: I thought the Omi was full of people just trying to shack up with the cops and make off with the profits. (Tl note: thank you google translate for offering “I thought the Omi was all about hanging out and sipping delicious soup”) Hayashi: ...You're not entirely mistaken. Hayashi: That's how it is in the Omi these days. There's no pride in being a yakuza anymore. Hayashi: Heh. An old fashioned kinda guy like me is disposable, fit for gettin’ chucked onto the front line like this. Hayashi: But, thanks to that, I met you. You're the one silver linin' I got. Ichiban: Heh. That's talking me up too much. You flatterer. Ichiban: Well, time for me to be off. Come at me anytime you want to fight. I'll be your opponent. <Ichiban leaves> Hayashi: ....It really has been a long time. Since I've felt this. Ryuji-han... Kiryu-han... Hayashi: Heh heh, I'll have to stay alive just to watch this guy. I might just have found... the next dragon.

<END PART 2>

Ichiban: Whew... I drank way too much...

???: U-Ughhh... Ichiban: Hm? What was that? Hayashi: ...Kasuga...han?

Ichiban: Hayashi! Those are some serious injuries. What happened!? Hayashi: This is the current state of the Omi... Hayashi: Before we spoke at the cabaret club, it seems someone bugged the place. Hayashi: And now we're in the midst of a purge of those in the "rebellion against HQ". Ichiban: Seriously...! Omi Goon A: Hey! There he is! Omi Goon B: Hey! Get everyone over here! Hayashi: Tch...! They found me already, huh. Hayashi: I'll handle it, Kasuga-san. Please, leave before you get caught up in this. Hayashi: I don't want you to see the shameful behavior here.

Ichiban: ...I must humbly decline. Hayashi: Eh...? Omi Goon A: Hayashi no anikiii~ So this is where you were. This seems like the perfect spot for an ancient rat like you to die.

Omi Goon B: And with Kasuga to boot! Heheh, we get two birds with one stone. Ichiban: Hey, Hayashi-san. Lend me a hand? Hayashi: Kasuga-han... Ichiban: It'd be a damn shame if a man of your caliber died in a place like this. Hayashi: ...Heh. That's the highest compliment I've gotten. Ichiban: If you fight here, there's no going back. You okay with that? Hayashi: Hey. I've got no lingerin' affection for the Omi. I'm ready to give this everythin' I've got. Ichiban: Thought so. Well then, let's get started!! Omi Goon A: You all done saying your prayers? ...Then it's time to dieeeeee!!!!

<they fight the goons>

Omi Goon A: Ugh... ha... guh....

Ichiban: Heh, goes to show that numbers aren't everything. Dummyyyy. Hayashi: Heh. What a magnificent brawl that was. Hayashi: ....Kasuga-han. Would ya hear out a man's request? Ichiban: Not if it's for money. Hayashi: Kasuga-han, I would like to call ya aniki. Ichiban: .............. Hayashi: I just, saw a shadow in ya. The shadow of a man they once called a "dragon"...

Hayashi: I beg you, aniki!

Ichiban: ....Honestly, I was waiting to hear it. Ichiban: Having you around is worth a hundred men. I'm counting on you, Hayashi-san! Hayashi: Yes sir! And since I'm your subordinate, please call me Hiroshi!  Ichiban: Uh. That's a little...

<END>

Bonus time!

a big thank you to this youtube channel for supplying me with character stories for cards I either don’t have or was too lazy to grind up to bond level 3

you can also see Hayashi’s animations in it, if that’s of interest. he swings his pipe sometimes

I was genuinely surprised by Hayashi using essentially the same tactics as Majima to convince Ichiban to fight him by luring him to a hostess club. I thought he was just going to step in and stop Ichiban from getting scammed or something

The “subordinate” term Hayashi uses at the end is 弟分 and I can't remember if there’s an official localization of that term or not. it's the inverse of aniki.

here’s his SSR card, Hayashi Hiroshi (2006) “the roaring twin pipes”

and finally there’s one more winner to look forward to! I’ve been hells of sick or else it’d be done but now, but it should be a good one, so keep your eyes peeled!

[spidermanifested]

happy birthday manfred!! :D

19

oh my god it made it so big. what the fuck. why does it do that. i was going to say 19 thank you but why is it so big. thank you so much

[awardsaa]

wait usually im cool with the humor here, but that #justiceforklavier ask from like a day ago - #justiceforx hashtags are reserved primarily for irl murdered Black folk, not fictional characters

Thank you for pointing that out to us. We didn’t make that connection, but we should have. We’ve gone back and deleted the post, and will read asks and submissions more carefully before posting them. We’re extremely sorry to those we’ve hurt and disrespected.

[helloemptyset]

@agentshilonglang : there are an upsetting amount of "hey everyone, i'm a Black person and this doesn't bother me so it's not bad!" replies that people will take as proof it's ok, without checking if they're actually sock puppet accounts explicitly made to silence others on purpose...

it's really unnerving... there are so many people just happy with ignoring those saying that it's messed up and pointing to anybody saying it's fine. the complacency with racist imagery is really messed up, and for something that can be easily fixed if it's brought to double fine's attention (should they listen).

[zecretsanta]

A Purromising Start

To: @agentshilonglang From: @erisofimladris

I was so excited to see a Hanukkah prompt that I simply had to write this! It was a pawsome prompt and I’m wishing you a Hanukkah as happy as the Klim family, cat puns and all!

AO3 link

“Meowy Christmas,” said Sigma as he stood at the door, Phi’s cat Lambda weaving his way between Diana’s legs to greet the newcomer.

“Shouldn’t it be Happy Hanucat?” Diana asked, ushering him inside.

“Hamewkah sounds better to me,” Phi’s voice called from the kitchen, where the smell of onions and the sound of frying potatoes wafted out.

Sigma laughed. “Does she need a helpurr in there?” he asked, removing his jacket and draping it on the couch.

“I think she’s fine,” Diana said, guiding Sigma into the small living room that she’d decorated as best as she could. Blue and white lights hung from the ceiling, an electric menorah sat in the window, and an actual one sat on the table for later. But both Phi and Sigma had wanted to come while the sun was still up, and Diana wasn’t about to say no to her brand-new family.

Hanukkah was, after all, a celebration of impossibility. The outnumbered Maccabees won the war, the oil stayed lit for eight days. It was equally impossible for Diana to be hosting this party for a family she didn’t know she had until her time in Dcom, for her to have a daughter who was too close to her own age to be real. And yet, it was all real. It was all too fitting, really, that this would be their first celebration as a family.

They didn’t feel like a real family, not yet. They hadn’t even known each other for a year - it was shortly after Hanukkah last year when they all went to Dcom, not knowing each other, and now they were trying to make things work like the family existed forever. Sigma was more like a boyfriend than a husband, even though she suspected he had more in mind. She hadn’t caught the bouquet at Akane and Junpei’s wedding, but she had the feeling she would be getting married before long to the usually goofy but sometimes deadly serious man who was now in the kitchen annoying their daughter. He’d mastered dad jokes in a remarkably short time, but she still wondered if Phi felt she was good enough at being a mother.

She wasn’t even cooking, although she had been until Phi and the cat arrived to her little apartment. It felt homier with her there, far homier than last year when her abusive ex was “celebrating” with her. Now, at least, she could relax.

“I think they’re ready,” Phi said, emerging from the kitchen with a plate between her hands. It looked so domestic, so authentic, with the steam coming up from the potato pancakes, almost like they’d been doing this forever.

But as they sat down, Diana realized she hadn’t passed this recipe to Phi like mothers were supposed to do, nor did she even know where the mix of spices came from. Staring down at her plate, she scooped out the applesauce and let Sigma taste the latkes first.

“I like these a latke,” Sigma said, and even with everything else going on in her head, Diana couldn’t help but chuckle.

“No cats were harmed in the making of this dish,” Phi rolled her eyes.

“That one wasn’t mandatory,” Sigma agreed. “It just had to happen.”

“I don’t know about that,” Phi said, finishing off her first latke.

“Maybe it’s time to play dreidel,” Diana said hesitantly. She knew that they enjoyed bickering, but sometimes it still felt like things were about to turn into a real fight. She smiled sheepishly as Sigma got up and got the small plastic top from the kitchen, with Hebrew letters on each of the four sides, then passed it to Diana.

“Ladies first,” Sigma said, plopping a face-up hat between them to be the pot, adding one piece of chocolate gelt, and then giving them ten each.

“What does that make me, chopped liver?” Phi asked jokingly as Diana leaned down, rolling the dreidel.

“Nun,” she said. Nothing happened when the dreidel fell on a Nun. It was easy enough to pass the dreidel to the left, where Phi sat cross-legged on the floor, snacking.

She spun with more of a flourish than Diana expected, and it landed on - 

“Hey,” Phi said, both an exclamation of mild annoyance and the letter on the dreidel. “Half doesn’t mean much when it’s just the one in there.”

“What happens if there’s only one piece of gelt in the pot, anyway?” Sigma asked as Phi reached in, rolling the chocolate coin between her fingers.

“We put another in so the pot isn’t empty, but Phi gets to keep it - at least that was how it was done when I was little,” Diana said, hoping she wasn’t being too overbearing, but both Phi and Sigma accepted her situation. He fished another piece of gelt out of the big bag in the corner and plopped it in the pot, then made his move.

“Nun again… you’ve gotta be kitten me,” Sigma said, passing it to Diana, taking care to ensure their hands met over the plastic toy.

Diana blushed slightly, rolling the dreidel into the plate of latkes. “Shin,” she said at the same time as Sigma said, “That doesn’t count.”

“Sure it doesn’t,” Phi said sarcastically.

“I’m fine to put one back,” Diana said, reaching into her pile before passing the dreidel to Phi. She smiled at Sigma, appreciating how he was trying to look out for her, even if she wasn’t about to start their family gathering by cheating.

“Hey,” she said, picking up one of the pieces out of the pot, then counting hers. “Twelve for me - looks like I’m winning.”

“Not so fast,” Sigma said, catching the dreidel when she tossed it (just like a real dad, just like Diana’s dad always did) and spinning.

Diana relaxed more as the turns went on, as the pot grew bigger and their own piles grew smaller, as did the plate of latkes. When the last one was done, the table became charged, but in a good way - the next person to roll a gimel, according to Phi’s rules, would be the winner.

It was close, once, when Lambda jumped up on the table and batted at the dreidel, and Phi exclaimed that “that was going to be a gimel!” and scowled when Sigma called her reaction “amewsing.” And it was too easy for Diana to see how this might have looked if they were a family from the beginning, Phi as a young redhead looking like her own little sister trying to skew the results in her favor, Sigma the calm force of reason keeping chaos from erupting.

(She tried as hard as she could to not think of a little redhead boy sitting between her and Sigma, for both the grief and the fact that she had no idea how her ancient, scheming son would play dreidel.)

Sigma rolled again - a shin, reducing his number to five (not counting one he’d eaten, saying it was a family tradition of his to eat when the first gimel was rolled a while back), before Diana took the dreidel again.

It rolled and rolled before landing on gimel.

“Meowzel tov,” Sigma said, flipping one of his coins into the pot as Phi did the same.

“I guess there’s no point in SHIFTing to the timeline where I got the gimel,” Phi said, and it took Diana just a little too long to laugh.

“Looks like we have a winner,” he said, tipping the hat into Diana’s pile as she watched the foil-wrapped chocolate coins cascade down onto her plate.

“You don’t mind that we did these rules?” Diana asked Sigma, who had technically rolled the first gimel back when there were still latkes on the plate. He’d lost to a technicality; her ex would be furious.

“It’s tradition. What can I say?” he grinned, reaching over to pet Lambda as the cat snuck off with a small piece of leftover latke.

“Not your tradition,” Diana blushed.

“Yet,” he said. “We’re still making our family’s traditions.” He looked over at the window, where the sun was beginning to set. “And it seems like it’s time to make one more. Where are the candles?”

“I’ve got them,” Phi said, the two of them working in tandem to set up the menorah - at least until they started bickering over which direction to insert the candles and which to light them. 

Diana could picture in her head, just as vividly as if she’d SHIFTed, the same scene with her and her sister when they were little, arguing over who was right based on Hebrew school or what their Bubbe said. In the end, she was fairly sure that they were lighting the candles in the wrong way, but something felt very right as she looked at the faces of her boyfriend-ish and sorta-daughter flickering in the candlelight. It might not be right, but it was them - their own family tradition, their first of many.

It was truly a happy Hanukkah.

[nastypass]

6, 17, 25, 27?

6: your current “on repeat” song

Persona 5 OST - Beneath the Mask

17: a song that reminds you of a good time

Janelle Monáe - Make Me Feel

25: the song currently stuck in your head OR the song you are listening to right now

Persona 5 OST - Beneath the Mask

27: an instrumental song

Justice - One Minute to Midnight

[jinxietenma]

W, T, R, O, K, D?

W: Any games you regret getting rid of?mm im a pretty big hoarder of games i cant think of any ive gotten rid of lol

T: Best game memory?Easily figuring out it was manfred during the fourth case of ace attorney... I remember that moment really vividly and i was like 11 and it was like 3 am and i was at tyler’s house and we both jsut fucking yelled as it clicked it was.... fucking magical

R: Most underrated game?Y’all heard of GHOST TRICK

O: Favorite antagonist?I like..... Matt Engarde

K: Game you’re most looking forward to?Listen I know they’re going to annonce a new AA game at e3 im calling it now and I WILL scream when its annonced. Also im looking forward to that fan translation of dgs :eyes:

D: Favorite Soundtrack?Hmm wow all of my answers are the same but ace attorney music its good!!! not my fault!!!!!!!

ty for asking 19 <3

[toxicbolts]

agentshilonglang ha respondido a tu publicación “catsuggest is a terf btw, theres a post going around about it”

i heard what soren heard too. the best way to know is to ask them, i think.

ask who, exactly? staff? maybe i should start blacklisting urls too... i just block people but if it’s not enough...