The air was cold, and the sky dark. Clouds-- illuminated by the lights from the village-- hid the moon, and people from all over town rushed through the Susukino District. Some in a hurry to get back home, others heading to various stores, bars, and alleyways where they'll spend the rest of their night. The more people that entered the district, the louder the sounds of the city became. Salesman yelling their sales pitch to residents and visitors, the occasional celebration from different casinos, the sound of screaming muffled by the noise of passing pedestrians. These were all things you would hear and see at night in the Susukino District, it being the hotspot for tourists and locals alike. The only place in the village where you can find just about anything, from a ramen stand to a corpse. But despite the dangers of this place, one boy still finds it to be the most alluring spot in all of Lightning Country. Even with all of the people he hates, and even the people that hate him, Shita Rirakkusu finds himself here every time he has a night off, taking in the sights, buying some quality alcohol, maybe even doing a bit of gambling if he's drunk enough. He's around so often, that a lot of the other regulars know him well. Some know him well enough to know not to like him, but he's never cared.
Tonight, he only has one mission, go to his favorite bar and pick up a large order of alcohol. The longer he's been a shinobi, the more he finds himself being called in for mandatory training or meaningless missions, so the only way he can guarantee he'll never run out of sake is if he buys a lot at one time. In this case, he bought twelve gourds, that way he can have one for each day, and he can avoid coming here for another twelve days! As much as he likes seeing the women of the village-- prostitute or not-- it was never good when he got drunk enough to start gambling. His luck was awful, and he only ever lost money. Even if he has a lot of it from how little he spends, gambling still puts a pretty good dent in his funds. Another problem was his size, being the 6'6'' giant that he was, it wasn't exactly easy to avoid being called out. Being called out for several reasons in fact, one of which bei-
"Hey baby, looking for a good time?" That... The sound of a woman's voice alone made the shinobi stop before he could even put his foot down. Turning his head, he saw what was obviously a prostitute propositioning him. Her outfit was exactly what you would expect from a prostitute, slutty enough to tell what they are, but decent enough to not be a crime. Ri's mind was rushing from thought to thought, should he do it? What if she's with that gang he screwed over a while ago? But she's sooooo hot! In the end, it was just too tempting to say no, and he ended up walking off with the girl.
"So what's your name?" As he expected, the girl answered that question with a smile. They continued walking until they reached a nice little alleyway, where Ri was pulled in. She led him deeper and deeper into the damn place, and even though he knew it was a bad idea to go this far in, how could he say no to such an attractive woman? The deeper they went, the more excited he became. Just to sweeten the deal a little more, he even opened up one of the gourds of sake he had on him began sipping that. Of course, the hooker was quick to take a little too, most people in the village recognized the symbol on the gourd and knew it was some high quality stuff.
Tonight, he only has one mission, go to his favorite bar and pick up a large order of alcohol. The longer he's been a shinobi, the more he finds himself being called in for mandatory training or meaningless missions, so the only way he can guarantee he'll never run out of sake is if he buys a lot at one time. In this case, he bought twelve gourds, that way he can have one for each day, and he can avoid coming here for another twelve days! As much as he likes seeing the women of the village-- prostitute or not-- it was never good when he got drunk enough to start gambling. His luck was awful, and he only ever lost money. Even if he has a lot of it from how little he spends, gambling still puts a pretty good dent in his funds. Another problem was his size, being the 6'6'' giant that he was, it wasn't exactly easy to avoid being called out. Being called out for several reasons in fact, one of which bei-
"Hey baby, looking for a good time?" That... The sound of a woman's voice alone made the shinobi stop before he could even put his foot down. Turning his head, he saw what was obviously a prostitute propositioning him. Her outfit was exactly what you would expect from a prostitute, slutty enough to tell what they are, but decent enough to not be a crime. Ri's mind was rushing from thought to thought, should he do it? What if she's with that gang he screwed over a while ago? But she's sooooo hot! In the end, it was just too tempting to say no, and he ended up walking off with the girl.
"So what's your name?" As he expected, the girl answered that question with a smile. They continued walking until they reached a nice little alleyway, where Ri was pulled in. She led him deeper and deeper into the damn place, and even though he knew it was a bad idea to go this far in, how could he say no to such an attractive woman? The deeper they went, the more excited he became. Just to sweeten the deal a little more, he even opened up one of the gourds of sake he had on him began sipping that. Of course, the hooker was quick to take a little too, most people in the village recognized the symbol on the gourd and knew it was some high quality stuff.