The “BAN NAKAMURA” assaulted the room of “Junji Urita,” who was sleeping naked with a woman, and brutally assaulted him….

(Breakdown),” hosted by Mirai Asakura, in which the strongest fighter in a fight is decided in one minute. On February 19, he participated in “BREAKING DOWN 7” against Junji Urita. Although he lost by decision, the matchup drew a lot of attention.

On February 16, a book titled “Life is a Buzz,” published by Takarajimasya, depicts the mysterious “half life” of Bannakamura and his “ironclad rule” for drastically changing one’s life. The following is an excerpt from the book and an introduction to the story of how the relationship between Bann Nakamura and Junji Urita came to be.

The “betrayal” of Junji Urita

In 2012, Urita Junji, the sister of celebrity JOY, was betrayed by his father. After a criminal trouble with Sophia, the sister of TV personality JOY, van Nakamura took care of Junji Urita, who fled to Yamanashi after he could no longer stay in Tokyo due to trouble with the Kanto Rengo and a wide-area gangster organization.

They were like best friends, and Vann Nakamura continued to protect Junji Urita, who continued to cause trouble even in Yamanashi. Their relationship collapses when Junji Urita betrays him.

In 2013. Finally, I beat Junji to a pulp and we had to break up. My relationship with Junji had been going on for more than three years, and it had become normal for me to have Junji in Yamanashi. We met at a lecture and worked together in the free newspaper business. But more than that, our relationship had deepened as a private matter.

There was also Junji’s girlfriend in Yamanashi. I know that she was a beautiful model. However, it was not a sign of closeness that he was aware of the secrecy of such male-female relationships. We can help each other in times of trouble or weakness. I think that is the fundamental point of friendship. At least on my part, I was proud that I had contributed more than enough to help Junji. Now it may be that I was just mistaken. …..

Junji was also sleeping in the apartment I had prepared for him that day. I did not take care of all of his living expenses, but I had provided him with enough daily necessities in his room, and I paid for all of his meals and drinks when we were together. I knew Junji didn’t have any money.

I, on the other hand, was exhausted from all the work I was doing. I was tired of working at the salon, the carver, the nail salon, the free information center, and the free newspaper. I was also running a free information center, a free newspaper (“Zula”), and had resurrected a delicatessen that had once been closed, so I had far less time to spare than most people.

On that day, I had invited Junji to my ear-polishing salon. It was not for him to experience my services. The manager of the salon was a fan of Junji’s, so I decided to introduce him to her. Although the manager was in charge of almost everything, her day job was as a student at a jewelry college in Kofu City. She lived in the dormitory of a nearby vocational school, and needless to say, she was a commuter. The reason I bother to write this is because Junji later set me up with a complete falsehood.

The ear-piercing salon was opened in 2009, the year before Junji’s lecture. The location was on the upper floor of the same building as the Nissaro that he was running. The salon was not a sex salon, but a healing salon where a woman would give an ear massage while kneeling in a yukata (Japanese bathrobe).

The manager herself was a punk or rock-ish girl who came out from Fukushima and wanted to make some money. She was always free in the evenings after school, so she could come to work every day. So I decided to leave her in charge of the store. There was no one under the age of 17 in the store, and all the employees were women around 20 years old. Sometimes women run things better together than men do, and in fact, the manager did a great job. So, not as a reward, but because she was a fan of Junji, I decided to let her meet him.

My manager is a fan of Junji.”

When I told Junji this, he looked a little embarrassed, but was willing to accompany me. He would have been basically bored while I was in Yamanashi, and he was not the kind of person between us who would turn down my proposal.

When I pulled them together in the restaurant, they seemed to hit it off immediately and struck up a conversation. The manager said, “I’m so happy~!” He was so happy,” she said with a pampering kind of joy characteristic of young women.

At the time, Junji was an alcoholic who always carried a can of Strong’s and was a troublemaker, as mentioned above. But I was relieved to see him, and I immediately left the place. I was really busy at the time.

It was that night that the bond with Junji began to fray.

I had finished my meeting at the free information center and was driving to the office. Then I noticed a couple walking on the street along the prefectural road. It was Junji. His tall, hunched over body with a unique form was a conspicuous feature of the couple.

“Oh, Junji, thanks for your help! What are you doing?

I simply called out to him from the car, as I usually do when I see my best friend on the street. I was the one who took care of Junji’s residence, but now Junji was about to enter a business hotel that was different from the apartment I had prepared for him. I had no intention of blaming him for that.

However, Junji was clearly acting suspicious and upset. He was mumbling something without even responding properly.

There is a reason for this.

Something like that.

The person I was walking with was the manager of the ear-polishing salon I had just introduced to him a few hours earlier. Perhaps he was feeling awkward, but I knew that Junji was popular, and I was introducing him to a woman who professed to be a fan of Junji’s. It was up to me what kind of relationship the two of them had. The manager didn’t seem offended and greeted me without hesitation.

It was not my intention to interrupt their date, nor did I intend to do anything more than say hello.

If you’re on the same page, it doesn’t matter. If you got attached, that’s fine too. You don’t have to go to the trouble of going into this place instead of a love hotel, I’ve lent you a room, so feel free to use that one.

I gave Junji a helping hand as he continued to make excuses. But Junji still kept saying, “I was asked to consult with you about something.

Then, please use the room even more.

When I told him that much, Junji was like, “Are you sure? I was still at work. I was still at work, so I left without getting out of the car.

I parked my car in the parking lot and was on my way to the office. As I also owned a delicatessen, I had several apartments that I rented out as dormitories for women. For convenience, I had also made the “Zula” office nearby. It was there that I heard Junji’s voice.

I’ll take you to Tokyo and make you dream.

The location was in front of the apartment I was renting, in other words, on the street in front of the room I was offering to Junji. Junji didn’t seem to notice me, and I saw him walking toward me, kissing the manager. If that was all, nothing would have happened. But the next thing I heard was an expletive against me.

I was fooled by you, you fool of a light. He believed I was only going to ask for your advice.

Junji was clearly referring to me in a derisive manner.

You’re not the right woman to be out here in the countryside. You’re not the kind of woman who should be out here in the countryside,” Junji said, “So quit that tacky earwig store run by that idiot and go to Tokyo. I’ll make you happy.

To which the manager responded, “How nice! The two of them continued their lovey-dovey relationship. They were saying whatever they wanted. I wonder if Junji didn’t realize that the office of Zula is located near his apartment, or if he didn’t expect me to be working until this late at night. It was an insult, even if it was just to show off in front of a woman.

I thought about storming out right then and there, but the deadline for “Zula” (a free newspaper) was approaching. It was already past 1 am. Since I had planned to work all night to somehow finish the paper, I decided to rush to work instead of going out in front of Junji, thinking that I needed to cool down.

Junji Urita’s “banishment

I went into my office, sat down at my computer, and went about my work. However, instead of becoming calm, his anger continued to grow. His schedule was such that he had no intention of sleeping, but his blood was so thick that he couldn’t seem to contain it.

He offered to help me, so I made room for him. I told him that he could stay in Yamanashi forever if he was being chased by troublesome delinquents, and I didn’t even charge him rent. Whenever Junji caused trouble in an unfamiliar place, I apologized to him on his behalf, and when he published a new work, I was always willing to help him with publicity and promotion. All I can think about is what I have done for Junji.

Writing the text, selecting the photos, and adjusting the design. I had a lot of work to do since I was working completely on my own on “Zula. But the work, which was supposed to take until morning, was done before dawn. I was so frustrated that I couldn’t make any progress.

I thought to myself, “Just for today, I’ll put up with it, just for now.

I kept telling myself to suppress the urge to beat myself up right now.

In the meantime, I decided on one thing. Get rid of Junji. Let’s return him to Tokyo. Let the Kanto Rengo or the yakuza do whatever they want to do to him. I had no obligation to take care of him in the first place.

Even so, it was obvious that Junji would have no place to stay if I snatched him away at this time of night. So I waited until the first train. I would wait until morning. That was the least I could do.

I stood in front of the door first thing in the morning. It was my room to begin with. I had a key. I had spent several hours in agony, and in my anger I had made a calm plan. Waiting until morning was also, at heart, a calculated move. If I beat Junji out of his room in a fit of anger, he might run to the police. While Junji was in trouble with the police, he was also taking the stance that he would run to the police, use them, and make connections. He knew that he had a reputation and a precedent for being a dick.

Because of this, and partly as a defense against himself, he had the witness accompany him. There was also a staff member of a tanning salon in the same apartment, so I asked him to accompany me. The manager of the salon is a woman, and I thought it would be bad if it was too early in the morning. But I was still standing in front of the room at 7:00 a.m. “I’m not going to do anything,” he said.

He said, “I’m not going to do anything, but could you watch the whole thing as a witness?　You don’t have to come into my room if you are afraid. You don’t have to come into my room if you’re afraid, just leave the door open and observe.

Not only did I want to secure a testimony in case of an emergency, but I also wanted to make sure that that emergency didn’t happen. I figured that if someone was watching me, I could keep my cool. At the same time, Junji was the kind of person who always carried an ice pick with him. So I told the staff to call the police if I got stabbed. So much so that I did not go in with the intention of beating him to a pulp. Before unlocking the door, I gave the Nissaro staff a confirming glance. They nodded silently and I inserted the key.

It was my room, which I knew well. I found the two of them wrapped in futons at the end of the dining room. I opened the refrigerator and found a plastic bottle of water. I grabbed it and poured it over Junji’s head, who was still sleeping. When I pulled back the covers, I saw that the two were still naked. I grabbed them by their hair and pulled them up.

Hey, wake up. Get up, get up!　Go home now!”

Then Junji began to make excuses, thinking that I was angry that he had touched me. That made me lose my emotional edge. I kicked the cowering guy around for more than ten seconds.

Forgive me, it was my fault!”

Junji changed his position to a kneeling position, crying and pleading with me, but my legs didn’t stop. Junji later made up a story that he had endured this assault for more than an hour, but that was an exaggeration, no matter how severe the damage from the assault had been.

A one-sided assault cannot last that long. The same goes for fights. You can see from the fact that many people run out of stamina even after only one minute of breaking down. Even the kicking was only for a minute at most.

Anyway, get out of here. I’ll never take care of you again!

I told them.

I urged them to get dressed, collected the keys, and quickly led them out of the room. The day salon clerk I had called as a witness watched me from outside the doorway with a look of surprise on his face. The manager, who had been entrusted with the ear-piercing salon, left on the spot, but unfortunately, he resigned without further ado.

During the assault, Junshi kept apologizing, but I was very reluctant to listen to him. His theatrical tone was supposed to be the same as usual, but all I could get out of him was a sense of suspicion. I drove Junji to Kofu station. I didn’t want him to stay in Yamanashi, and I knew there was no way for him to return home if I just let him go. He had always complained that he had no place to stay in Tokyo, and I didn’t want him to just roll up to a woman’s room and stay there. In addition, to be honest, I also wanted to prevent him from running to the police.

Junji’s clothes were slightly torn during the assault, so I decided to give him some of the clothes I had used as a costume for the filming of “Zula.

I’ll give you these clothes now, so put them on. I don’t care what happens to you in Tokyo, so don’t come to Yamanashi again.

I don’t care what happens to you in Tokyo, so don’t ever come back to Yamanashi again. He told me he didn’t have enough money to go home, so I told him I would get him out of there and prevented him from escaping. I kept reminding myself strongly that this was the end with this guy.

Hikaru, we can be friends again. I will not give up until Hikaru forgives me and lets me come back to Yamanashi again. I believe that our friendship will return.

Junji kept repeating this to the ticket gate of Kofu station. He hugged me tightly in front of the ticket gate. It was not a simple hug. It was a hug that conveyed my feelings desperately. But there was no way I had any emotion left in me that could be appeased by that hug.

Junji was acting like he was in a scene from a TV drama until the end, saying, “I will definitely come back to Yamanashi again. I was feeling cold and exhausted, saying, “I don’t need that kind of thing anymore.

I want to make up with Hikaru again, so I’ll grow up and change and come back, just wait until then!”

Those were the last words I heard from Junji.

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