Elizabeth looked at him from above with curious eyes. The seal bothered her and honestly she didnt want him to transform again. So she took her boot knife and cut a chunk of flesh out from the seals structure on his body. She stopped the bleeding fairly quick. She knew there were specialists in town so after that she hit him with a quick muscle shock so he couldnt struggle and hoisted him her shoulder. He wouldnt be able to move for a while but he would be fine.
My Name Is Atsuma Ket. Pleasure To Meet You! I Hope We Can Become Great Friends!
The boy needed connections in this new world of his. Being at Magnus' mercy was going to slowly become a problem for him. Toya had given him too much information on who he was even if he was putting on an act. Telling the man he was a new rogue had been a mistake. The first of few he'd be making in his new life. Speaking of which he was now homeless. If Suna ever caught on to him they would go through his home and file through his things. They'd find nothing if they just scanned through things. There was a special floor board that led deep into the earth. The smell of moisture from a nearby water reserve would consume it. The boy had made a maze of sorts with layered traps. Whoever managed to reach the end would be rewarded with his "collection". Normally the thought of someone finding out about his secret would send the boy into a sort of paralysis caused be fear. Now, however he was free from the fear. If they found his precious toys well...They would be quite surprised in his opinion.
The job was easy for someone like him. Toya was in a sense a genius in his own right so keeping track of cargo and work force was simple. Making his way to the storehouse, Toya greeted the men working there. "Hello. My name is Atsuma Ket I have been employed by-" Toya had put on his normal Atsuma facade for the men, but they cut him off immediately. "We don't give a rats a** who you are! Just ********' watch the cargo, piss ant." The man spat before walking away. Toya smiled and bowed at the man politely before going to where he would spend the entire night. Magnus had stated that the boy cannot harm anyone. Another element in the world keeping down his thirst for blood.
While he sat by himself Toya thought back to the last fight he had before it was interrupted by the large creature. The girl was a pathetic excuse for a gennin in his opinion. She hadn't accessed him before trying to kill everyone else in the arena and the way she blindly tunnel visioned towards her targets was eventually going to get her killed. "Hehe." He laughed thinking about how she broke the laws of physics and got herself free from his genjutsu. She had effectively impaled her leg and dashed towards him. While this memeory made him laugh the thought of it happening again irritated him. He needed to create a technique to never go through such a scene again. How would he do it?
Training was a tedious endeavor and now that he had no academy to use for scrolls the boy found himself in a difficult position. He had never thought about how leaving would impede his progress and only thought about how it would further it. Then an idea came to mind. Toya created a shadow clone and looked at it for a second. The thought of Does it have a conscience? resurfaced in his mind. He concluded that training without scrolls would take long, but if he had a clone to train together with him it wouldn't take as long. Toya created another clone to keep tabs on the cargo and men working while him and the other clone would train together.
Toya needed a more complex set of genjutsu. Genjutsu that wasn't as much of a technique than it was a supplement. By training with his shadow clone the boy would learn how to create combination of techniques that he could abuse in battle. For about an hour the two would in a sense battle each other in a duel of minds. Each one putting the other in a genjutsu simultaneously while trying to resist them. It wasn't until a commotion began that Toya and his clone lost focus.
My Name Is Toya Takahashi. Would You Like To See My World?
My Name Is Atsuma Ket. Pleasure To Meet You! I Hope We Can Become Great Friends!
The commotion was a gang of men holding up the clone and a few other men up at knife point. Well sword point to be exact. The clone wasn't really doing anything he couldn't fight them. Magnus said he couldn't hurt anyone. "Hm." Toya pondered on the definition of 'hurt' and grinned. Scars on the body showed, but not of the mind. Together with his clone the two put the gang of men under their paper genjutsu. "What do you two think you're doin'?" One of the gang members asked as the two approached. The other clone was still watching for some reason. Toya thought he might have been created slow. "Look." Toya motioned towards the gang. "Your hand is falling off."
The gang members were all turning into paper and slowly fading away. They tried attacking Atsuma, but he simply vanished into thin air together with the clone. The other lazy clone looked at the gang with a confused expression before they chopped its head off creating a puff of smoke. "MAKE IT STOP!" One of the gang members shouted as his vision began to blur with his face fading away. "It will." Toya hushed in his ear. "It will." The gang members were all unconscious and now Toya could get back to his normal job. "Clean this s**t up." Toya told the man that had greeted him rudely at the start. "Making me do your job for you. Pathetic."
The man slammed Toya's body into a wall. The boy tried his hardest to hold back the wince of pain. His body was not the most physically built and could not withstand a beating. "You ain't talkin' to me are you, punk?" He asked bearing his teeth at Toya. "Cause I love me a pretty boy." Toya had about ten different scenarios in his mind where he killed the man, but he couldn't kill him he worked for Magnus. The clone was ready to shank the man from behind, but Toya couldn't let it happen. KILLHIMKILLHIMKILLHIMKILLHIM "Please let me go. I'm sorry I swear it won't happen again." It was almost like Atsuma had become a real entity for a moment. Even Toya couldn't believe himself. The man grunted and put him down. "******** off." He said before going somewhere else. Toya would take note of the man. He'd be the first one to kill when he took over Magnus' empire. [[exit]]
My Name Is Toya Takahashi. Would You Like To See My World?
Elizabeth dropped down from her window, closing it behind her. She adjusted her gear when she got to ground level. Not carrying her trademark rifle but her sidearm was on her hip as she went through the area. She had gotten wind of someone harassing the yaks here. Unfortunately she couldn't have that. They kept the peace In a way. Despite their less than legit gains. She moved through the area toward the usual hangouts that shinobo found to be friendly. Typically the hospital or the bar and grill.
It was becoming apparent that they were no longer in the safer parts of the village. The filthy alleys, beggars on the curbs, even the occasional suspicious looking character looking in the shadows. However the group had not much to fear given their numbers and experience. Houou soon turned a corner and lead the group down a steep pair of steps. They would all vanish, cloaked by the shadows that blanketed the entrance to the underground tunnels.
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Zetsu verified that there were no followers as he searched for the secret door in the alley. The damn door was even hard for the members of shishin to find. The only giveaway being a small symbol burned into the door. This symbol would go unnoticed by the average eye, and even if one could notice. They lacked the keys needed to enter the chakra steel doors that blocked the path. Using his first key, Zetsu would unlatch the lock and slid in quickly, with the weight of the sir slamming behind him, activating the automatic locking mechanism.
The way Atsuko took her certain was interesting to Xifeng. She would keep her head forward and allow her eyes to wonder while being led through back alleys of some kind. While this wasn't exactly her first idea of a good place to fight, if it did so happen he wished for it to be here, she would be ready. The Uchiha would instead remain silent while leading her through a door with a suspicious symbol burned into it after unlocking it with a key. Remaining silent still, she would simply follow her opponent through while awaiting their destination to come. The next move would take them directly through tunnels that stretched on fore what felt like miles before a light was seen at the end of the tunnel.
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Seiko stopped the whistle when she turned on the dark alley. She grew up on these dirty streets and knew them good. She was surprise to hear that a secret base was in these slums. She found the heavy door Magnus instructed her on & use the key she was given to unlock it. Always looking to see for followers or thiefs. She walked inside expecting to see the base but, instead she would begin walking down a long tunnel scared as the heavy door shut behind her and lock itself. From this moment she was no longer a girl in the slums.
Ah yes, the venerable art of the Gentle Fist, the mind numbing technique set to consume the coming moments of Hiroki's precious life. The basics were simple, it was impossible not to understand how it worked. The damn Hyuga wouldn't shut up about it after all, explained it to everyone in earshot. [Post 1/18] Charge a tiny amount of chakra into the tips of your finger. Check. Honestly, he couldn't see why this took so long. The basic principals were simple. Poke poke poke.[Post 2/18] That it was based on the byakugan was ancillary. That was beyond simple, he'd had access to it for years. Cake walk.[Post 3/18] In fact it'd be harder hit someone than it would be to actually employ a technique. Literally all he had to do was look in their direction. It was stupidly simple, enough that you teach a child.[Post 4/18] It wasn't even hard but it took so damn long. If the Hyuga were so great, why did this process take so long? His eyes stressed for a moment, pulsing with chakra.[Post 5/18] The man settled into his comfortable resting spot to read a bit about clan theory. It didn't hurt that this was probably the most interesting part about the process. Why they thought things was already interesting.[Post 6/18] Of course, Hiroki's copy was tattered garbage stolen away at some point from a damaged building. It likely wasn't saved because it was out dated. The prose confirmed this, flowery bullshit.[Post 7/18] A lot of the reason did as well. His father's scroll was well written and sterile in its presentation of information. This was a bunch of cleverly disguised guess work at best.[Post 8/18] Not that the mutt was complaining, it was strangely fun. Well, more fun that feigning stupid strikes at the air. That both felt and looked as dumb as he'd possibly ever managed.[Post 9/18] The nitty gritty of the clan techniques revolved around tenketsu. Chakra points as they were more commonly known. Simple little crossroads in the body's chakra network. [Post 10/18] The Hyuga clan exploited these elements of other people's bodies. Quite delightfully invasive, actually. There was something surprisingly sinister about that s**t at the end of the day.[Post 11/18] Hopefully this reading would all fill the necessary gaps in his imagination. It was quite detailed after all. There was even an atlas of the human body.[Post 12/18] Supposedly a target would die if enough of their tenketsu were closed. Though somehow Hiroki got the feeling he could close all of them and someone would still find a way to survive. Thus was seemingly the way of the world.[Post 13/18] He neared the end of the scroll's detailed description of basic principals now. For the moment it was sidetracked in explaining basic application of strikes. At least it seemed like this could be used across multiple disciplines.[Post 14/18] He wondered how he'd go about that. Applying a fluid flowing style like the gentle fist to a brute force taijutsu. He'd have to find out later, when he didn't have a schedule to keep.[Post 15/18] The scroll wrapped up with a diatribe about proper Hyuga goodness. Wasn't really his cup of tea, that lot.[Post 16/18] The Hyuga were infinitely arrogant. Repugnant at almost every level. It was all he could stomach to finish the task formally.[Post 17/18] What was even the purpose of all that haughtiness about purity? All it did was ruin people's lives. The man gladly scrolled that bit of information away where he'd never need to read it again.[Post 18/18] [ Art Of The Gentle Fist | 18 Posts ]
First up on actual techniques, Water Needle. A simple little thing that allowed Hiroki to create needles out of water to hurl at people. Unlikely to be highly effective, but hey, it was easy enough for him to pull. A cake walk, almost literally.[ Post 1/1] [ Water Needle | Rank E ]
Next up, a palm strike. How droll. The Hyuga were so boring, and he was forced to live with it. In this case he reluctantly drew chakra into his palm.[ Post 1/2] A thrust of his hand sent the chakra flying, with enough force to knock a large man off his feet. At least this was more useful than the water needles. He could do some damage with this.[ Post 2/2] [ Palm Bottom | Rank D ]
Ah, yes, the Hyuga's moderately updated techniques began. What was even the point of this nonsense? It was literally the same thing he just did, but slightly more powerful.[ Post 1/3] Hell, even the effects were the same. Internal damage, whoo ******** hoo. Whatever the hell that meant, he didn't much care.[ Post 2/3] Regardless, Hiroki performed the simplistic technique. As it had previously, the energy from his palm burst forward. It would do damage and probably knock people off their feet, but who the hell knew?[ Post 3/3] [ Eight Trigrams Vacuum Palm | Rank C ]
Looks like it was learning via reading from those tattered bloodline scrolls again. Otherwise Hiroki was going to be dead in minutes. Just not enough stamina.[ Post 1/3] Luckily for the lackidasical Hyuga his clan's techniques fell into one of two camps, and he'd just learned a pair that made use of this one's principals. One Blow Body wasn't meaningfully different in function from Vacuum Palm or Palm Bottom. Which was great, because it meant he just had to focus on form.[ Post 2/3] The process was very simple. As before, just gather chakra, except over your entire body instead of in the palm. Then boom, released it. Easy as pie. [ Post 3/3] [ Gentle Fist Art One Blow Body | Rank C ]
Heavenly Spin. Ah, finally, the first truly useful Hyuga tech. Truly so, at least. The prior were interesting diversions but this was a marvel. That the Hyuga seemed to have lucked into such a unique ability was not lost on Hiroki.[ Post 1/3] Studying the form made it clear that this would be a core ability given time. Though how much remained to be seen, he studied it intently regardless. At the very least it might keep him alive, and that made it invaluable.[ Post 2/3] Spin spin spin. It was pretty straightforward. The scroll said something about projecting chakra. He was sure he'd be able to get it right when he actually got down to business.[ Post 3/3] [ Eight Trigrams: Heavenly Spin | Rank C ]
Eight Trigrams Thirty Two Palm, the bread and butter of the Hyuga clan. Their prized jutsu in the hands of a b*****d. It made him smile with joy, genuinely.[ Post 1/3] Like most of the clan's techniques it wasn't overly difficult. Project the trigram after you've closed the distance, boom, attack. Hit and it's over, you've already got them.[ Post 2/3] He supposed they might still walk away to continue fighting. That was a threat here, potentially enough that it might not be useful. The Hyuga were fond for covering up their developmental issues with multiple levels of techniques.[ Post 3/3] [ Eight Trigrams: Thirty-Two Palms | Rank C ]
Sixty-four palms, twice the number of hits, supposedly twice the damage. Hopefully it'd work out for the better. Maybe put people down a little more permanently.[ Post 1/5] Was there a reason for any of this though? The Hyuga's micro step increments of improvement on their techniques? What the hell were they covering for.[ Post 2/5] The scroll went off on a tangent again. It was almost like this was a damned religion. Like they were radicals and not gifted people.[ Post 3/5] It spouted some nonsense about the difficulties, and at what level the technique should be taught. Like it mattered, like the rigidity of their class structure was worth a damn. Such a waste of breath.[ Post 4/5] Needless to say, Hiroki was confident in his ability to utilize the technique after his study session.[ Post 5/5]
___Hiroki had a little more respect for the Aburame. They had pride, and stupid mannerisms, but at least they didn't openly look down on other people as much as the Hyuga. He, of course, still besmirched their tradition by abandoning the Aburame surname, but he at least didn't mentally dump on all of their abilities.[ Post 1/5] For example, the ability to host and control insects. For that though, he required the hosting technique he was working on right now. To say that the sensation of the start of the process was unpleasant would be an understatement.[ Post 2/5] That said, it was at least somewhat manageable. And fairly straightforward, he simply needed to feed chakra to his insects long enough for them to form a colony. After which, he was pretty much set for life.[ Post 3/5] Lower cost than the Byakugan, longer lasting. Together the two sets of abilities would combo together in a way neither clan could have imagined. And all he had to do was sit and endure.[ Post 4/5] A small price to pay that seemed ever smaller as the unpleasantness faded. No doubt he'd find a use for this with all the trouble he got into. For now though, his insects rested. All two thousand of them.[ Post 5/5] [ Destruction Bug Host Technique | Rank B ]
[ Post 1/2][ Post 2/2] [ Destruction Bug Host Contract Seal | Rank X (D) ]
Hiroki examined the next technique with skepticism. It was odd that he was given a technique he didn't really need to use. His bugs, instead, would take the lead on this one, forming the cocoon he'd hide or seal people in. Pretty straight forward.[ Post 1/1] [ Human Cocoon Technique | Rank E ]
The next technique was similarly straightforward. It allowed him to basically see through the eyes of his insects, communing with them to gather info. Nothing he wasn't accustomed to already, given his Byakugan. [ Post 1/1] [ Insect Spying Technique | Rank E ]
And finally a technique that required him to do something himself. In this case, Hiroki sent out some bugs in the area around him. Supposedly this technique would allow him to call all of them back easily, even those further away.[ Post 1/2] As expected they indeed returned to him, crawling back into their fleshy hive. They also gave him a pretty solid idea of his surroundings, like that there was a bird sitting directly over his head. Good to know, considering everything.[ Post 2/2] [ Secret Technique: Insect Gathering | Rank D ]
The insect clone technique was as simple as all the rest Hiroki had managed recently. He'd studied clone techniques before, there wasn't much different here except composition. The hardest part was direction of the insects, but that would only come easier with time.[ Post 1/2] Speaking of which, the bugs worked fast. Within moments there was a fairly perfect copy of the uppity mutt sitting on the ground next to him. The man practiced mirroring movements and then dismissed it just as rapidly, perfectly happy with the result.[ Post 2/2] [ Insect Clone Technique | Rank D ]
The next technique was easily going to be the most useful as a rogue. While tracking would help make money, this would help them keep it. In essence, it was a jamming signal, one that would disrupt anyone attempting to sense their way into a payday at his expense.[ Post 1/2] Ideally this would be used against a proper sensor ninja. That said, it should disrupt anything that tracked chakra, even his Byakugan. He filed away a mental note about that for if he ever ran across an proper Aburame in a fight.[ Post 2/2] [ Insect Jamming Technique | Rank X (D) ]
Insect Wall was the next up, a defensive technique. It was most likely to serve an ancillary role in his arsenal. That didn't mean it wasn't valuable though.[ Post 1/3] His bugs, in proper numbers, would lift well above their weight class. Stop techniques that were significantly stronger than the jutsu that commanded them.[ Post 2/3] This was why Hiroki set about studying the most complex version of the technique. Even if he didn't quite have the chakra pool to use it effectively. Better to go big than go home in a body bag, not that he had a place to go home too, mind you.[ Post 3/3] [ Insect Wall Technique | Rank C ]
Insect Cocoon was one Hiroki would exclusively study from his scroll. In fact, most were, to be honest. He didn't want to draw unnecessary attention by sending a swarm of bugs through the street.[ Post 1/3] This technique would allow him to rest more effectively, provided he was only interested in recuperating his insects. He scoffed at the twice as fast figure, though. It seemed a bit overreaching in its estimation.[ Post 2/3] It was too damn neat, honestly. How could anyone reasonably determine that? The amount of time it took those insects to grow would be immediately changed once removed from the host's body, by any method.[ Post 3/3] [ Secret Technique: Insect Cocoon | Rank C ]
Ah, yet another defensive technique. Hiroki supposed that was at least, in a small way, prudent even if slightly redundant. There wasn't really a reason to have another, but if it let the insects do their work while the host focused on something else it was still useful.[ Post 1/3] In this case, the bugs would form a relatively straightforward dome. He immediately noticed some similarity in descriptors. How strange that he'd end up with something almost identical to Heavenly Spin in his pocket.[ Post 2/3] He honestly couldn't say he was expecting to run across this. It sacrificed something though, that made him consider its useful[ Post 3/3] [ Insect Jar Technique | Rank C ]
Hiroki had to admit a big of confusion at the initial description of the next technique on the scroll. It described itself as a counter, but he honestly could see where that element came into play. Of course, this confusion didn't last too terribly long. [ Post 1/3] Buried there in the theoretical talk. The pontificating on the function of the little bugs that made the jutsu possible. This technique literally stole chakra in the process of being a defensive menace.[ Post 2/3] How perfect. What an ideal thing to pair with his gentle fist. Lower their total pool and then steal what was left over. The possibilities were quite enticing.[ Post 3/3] [ Spindle Formation | Rank C ]
Ah, there it was. What Hiroki was not so patiently waiting to get to. A true offensive technique from the b*****d side of his blood.[ Post 1/5] In this case, he'd be creating massive spears to skewer his opponent. The technique was nicely flexible, and continued the chakra stealing theme. Definitely a plus when paired with Hyuga techs.[ Post 2/5] What was more, this particular technique afforded him a reposition. No doubt Hiroki would be an annoying a** fight at this point, with a full suite of techniques capable of moving people around forcefully. If those techs stole chakra at the same time? All the better.[ Post 3/5] This one involved giant spinning spears of bugs. What a strange concept. Insects as a weapon. A true oddity.[ Post 4/5] Not that Hiroki was complaining mind you. If it did its work, it did it's work. And the description suggested it would do its damage and then some, which the mutt found more than acceptable.[ Post 5/5] [ Destruction Bug Drill | Rank B ]
___"Take the shackles off and I'll show you payment, Kurosaki!" The man growled through his teeth. Turns out, training and falling a sleep in an alley after a big bowl of ramen was a recipe for getting your a** hauled into debtor's prison when you also had a habit of running up tabs and skipping town. "Shut it, a*****e!" Hiroki's captor barked back, his square cut jaw stretching to reveal dog-like teeth. The pure bred hunting dog at his side responded in turn and the mutt in the cage slumped back against the wall with a sigh. The chakra suppression manacles on his wrists made it impossible for him to direct his insects, not that he could pick a lock even if he got them off. Up s**t creek without a roll, he was. How the hell did this two bit thug get ahold of something like this anyways? Who dealt in suppression manacles, and how'd a second rate bounty hunter running a private debtor's 'prison' with two shitty cells afford them? And why the hell was his luck so bad?!
Toshio was put away, the mask back on in full force as he led his partner through the streets. He didn't mind her choice of dress, who really would to be honest, and his aura of serenity was almost disarming. He knew where the bounty hunter would have taken the ingrate, and he was taking the most direct path to get there while ignoring the mixed look of apprehension and hunger on the faces of all the men and women looking over his bodyguard turned escort. Just once, when there were the most people around and because Ayuna loved watching people, especially drunk people, flustered, he pinched her a** on the same cheek he had slapped it. With any luck, she'd nuke some poor, defenseless citizen for it, but ti was likely even with all the alcohol in her system that he would be caught. He himself was also ever so slightly flush. "Mmm, Hikari-chan~" he would speak in the most sing songy voice he could muster without a slur in his words. "So, I'm probably going to just go in the front and see if I can find him, and try and talk his way out. If not, well we can jsut start blowing open all the walls until we find him, and just lay low after. Just in case," he said forming a set of simple seals and transforming himself. Unless she had a protest, he would wander in the front of the debtors office and see if he could just see the ingrate from the entrance.
"Ohaiyo!" he offered with a bow. "My friend is locked up here, bout yay high, ugly mug, pink hair? Funny looking eyes?" he would attempt, looking as far back as the room would allow to see if he could spot him. "Name's Hiroki."
The alcohol was starting to get to Hikari as she stumbled a bit in the street. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to drink so much before a mission but it sure was fun. She was also rather oblivious to the stares and leering eyes of any onlookers as she checked over gun for any cracks or imperfections. However when felt her a** get pinched she simply smirked before whipping around cracking the nearest bystander in the head with the butt of her rifle. She then giggled hysterically for a moment. "That felt soooooo good!" When Ayu finally spoke she nodded and looked over her rifle once more before holstering it on her back. It wasn't too long before they arrived at the prison.
Ishida had been trying to make the best of being caged like an animal. After all, it had been his own doing that landed him here. He had refused to pay the 'toll' imposed by a couple of low-life thugs and wound up in a battle. At the moment the man had a long way to go before he could call himself a fighter. What he knew was basic, just enough for him to hold his own. The thugs had underestimated him when they attacked. An old man alone surely registered low on the threat scale. They had been wrong. Ishida's mistake had been leaving them alive. The world didn't need scum like them around. It had been later in the day that they had returned with friends and ambushed him. Ishida made sure they did not get away without marks to match his. He currently was sitting in a meditation pose, both of his hands extended before him and cuffed at the wrists. Ishida's ears twitched up in annoyance when the boy in the next cell growled to be freed. If all it took were a few words to get people to do what you wanted then Ishida would never have had to learn how to use his fists as motivation. In this moment he looked like a hot mess. Much of his face had been bruised and where his chest was exposed there were shallow wounds and blood caked on the side of his head where he had received a vicious kick that rendered him unconscious. Yet there remained a ferocity to his eyes; a stoic look so strong it conveyed his displeasure at being held captive. His chance to escape would come soon enough.
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• Learn Ninjutsu [2] Posts faster • Learn Bukijutsu [1] Post faster • You are much like a hybrid warrior, focusing on mixing ninjutsu into your personal arsenal. Through your great devotion to this path you can cast ninjutsu can cast ninjutsu up to your body rank without hand seals while wielding a weapon. These techniques maintain the same description and criteria to use and require the same amount of time to mold the chakra through the weapon as would be needed to perform hand seals, meaning the techniques are not instantaneously cast. They also cannot be molded during another attack, meaning you cannot be swinging a sword and using this discipline to charge a ninjutsu at the same time. • Through tireless study and practice ninja of this discipline have learned to create fuuinjutsu that is stronger than those of their peers. Gaining the property of overwhelming all fuunjutsu will defeat techniques of the same rank unless they also overwhelm same rank, in which case they will cancel out.
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Ayuna's eyes glanced off to the side when the debtor responded, because the appearances got his attention alongside the sounds of Hiroki's bitching. "Ah, yeah he's here. Planning on posting up the money he's owed?" Ayuna didn't immediately respond to him, instead offering a soft but commanding comment to his cohorts. "Ishida-san? How'd you end up next to the damned ingrate in a debtors jail?" A cursory once over showed him they both had wounds covering their exposed bodies, with Ishida's being far worse. Unlikely that they were fighting each other. "The old man got into a fight with some of our collectors so they hauled him in. If you know Hroki you know he's got a knack for varying levels of shitheadery." Ayuna took a second to contemplate stabbing the man with a senbon. His friends were fair game to be insulted by him and each other, but not by anyone else. He was an indignant a*****e, sure, but he was useful and had serious potential so Ayuna put him in the extremely small grouping of people he was protective over even if subconsciously.
"Ah. I see. Well, let's haggle for both of them. I work a job at the Passion. Stable income, and I get free alcohol and dances." The loan shark laughed his disgusting, frog voiced laugh, leaning back in his chair. "You? Aren't you a child?" Ayuna, already flush from his alcohol, rubbed the back of his head before growing an even deeper blush. "I'm pretty well versed in night life. I get tipped super well, people like me for some reason. Any chance I could take out a loan of two people, and pay their debts on my next check?""You kidding me? Absolutely not. Come back with the money and then we can talk. I'm done trusting you lot with my money." Ayuna sighed, and called out to HIroki. "Why do you deal with these degenerates, Hiroki?" he asked, breaking his facade out of pure exasperation. "The ******** did you say?" Ayuna would look at him flatly. "I tried being nice. Whatever." He turned, clinking in his backpack almost as loud as irritaedly heavy footsteps. When he spotted Hikari, he would shrug and point at the back of his hand before waving it, a signal to just blow open the back wall entirely.
