Tucked away in an unassuming corner of Yakuza: Like a Dragon’s bar district is a shop called Ichiban Confectionery. Its frazzled heir Eri Kamataki practically begged me to take over as the company president. Who am I to refuse a damsel in distress? It was a chance to make her late father’s dreams come true, and turn this struggling company around. We weren’t going to be evil like the rival corporation that was trying to drive our family business into the ground. Ichiban Confectionery would be a local shop of gentle capitalists that made the most out of the shitty economic system that we had.