Osuteno's eyes were shining brightly on their way to the fair. Chiyoko started saying some things that did not quite make much sense to him about how apparently the people there didn't approve of female ninja for some reason and he was to be her little sister and something about her being stabbed with a steak knife and all he managed to do was nod. He was honestly having trouble making heads or tails of any of it. "Why would they not approve of female ninja?" Osu thought to himself not quite realizing that Chiyoko had been referring to the two of them. It then clicked on Osu, "Is it some kind of close-minded train of though that believes women are unsuited for the shinobi world? Is that why Onee-San is having to hid her status as a kunoichi?" This concerned Osu greatly. Never had he imagined just a few blocks away from the place in grew up there were such closed minded people. Inside a shinobi village no less! So he was to hide his own status as a shinobi to prevent any suspicions upon Chiyoko. This thought tainted the fun atmosphere of the arcade. It could not have been everyone could it? No that was unlikely, and it would be unfair to cast judgement on people without proof. He understood perfectly (at least he thought he did), it was better to not draw the attention of the extreme elements and simply be a pair of siblings. "I understand perfectly Onee-San," he said not understanding at all.
He began hanging on to Chiyoko as if she was his actual big sister (there wasn't that much of a change) and much like he wish he could with his actual relatives. They all seemed to keep a certain amount of space from him for one reason or another.As he described the things he liked about fairs he kind of wished that some of his family would play with him like Onee-chan did. He listened with fascination as she described her old pet goldfish and how big it got. His imagination drifted to the image of a large fish swimming around in its bowl at the dinner table. Osu never had pets so much as patients and playmates. He began talking about the times her could barely remember around the age of four when he began going and exploring outside of the orphanage and the cats he would follow on their paths down alleyways, over and under fences, along walls, and across rooftops. Osu never realized it himself but during his time at the orphanage they had begun recruiting the local women to keep an eye out for the toddler Osu and try to hold on to him whenever he managed to escape, which was a lot despite the orphanage's best efforts. He never seemed to realize how terrifying it was for adults to see a toddler hopping along rooftops after cats. He then spoke of how he was tested a bit young for chakra sensitivity (which it had never occurred to him might have been because he was much more difficult to keep track of than the other kids and was given funds to stay on his own in a room above his favorite tea shop for his eighth birthday while he attended the academy. During the few months he had lived there he had kept dozens of different injured animals from birds to cats to dogs and many more and he spoke of how he would nurse them back to health until they felt ready to leave. "But I never rescued a fish! Especially one that big! Will you teach me how to catch one Onee-San?" It confused him that a game would be a bit one-sided though, weren't games supposed to be equal and fair?
When the arcade came into sight Ousteno was beyond ecstatic despite what his face could muster. He watched as Chiyoko scanned the area and focused in one direction. It seemed she had decided that she wanted to begin with the cork rifle stand before consuming fried food though she expressed some concern over the possibility of coronary disease (at least he thought she was). "There is no need to fear Onee-San, Coronary Artery Disease may be a risk of high cholesterol, but that is from a continued imbalance in diet, not getting enough exercise or excessive alcohol and smok..." Osu cut himself off as he realized what he had just mentioned. "I'll protect you Onee-San, I am capable of performing several emergency procedures and jutsu to prolong the window for treatment. you can enjoy yourself without worry." While Osu had managed to avoid his medical lecture earlier he was currently showing his promise as the youngest Mednin-in-Training in the program by several years. Many wouldn't think it looking at him but Osu was actually a prodigy. Not to mention his mentor was the Sennin herself, though Osu himself would never think to brag about the fact. He was to busy misunderstanding people and reading to much in the wrong direction into what people said. He was a better medic and fighter than he was a conversationalist.
As he thought of that though he did take into consideration the correction Chiyoko had to learn to account for the impairment of her depth perception. It took the average person a few months to fully get used to losing an eye but shinobi were not and could not afford to be the average person. Chiyoko would likely be examined and tested thoroughly by the Medical Branch before they would allow her back into the field. Even these arcade games would be helpful rehab for her. He would find out who her primary physician is and inform them of her and contribute to her evaluation report, though as an MiT it would only hold a little weight. He simply didn't want her treatment to have any delays.
Osu for once was the one being pulled along as they approached the booth. He watched quietly as Chiyoko bought four tries worth of games for the two of them to split. He looked at the two men thinking they looked oddly familiar as one giggled to himself. He then began to examine the shelves which is when he noticed his target. It was as big as he was. Before he could point it out though he noticed the rifle they would be using and how it was shorter than what he was used to using, which is when he looked at his target with concern. "Know how to use this? It's about as heavy as a real one."</COLOR><i></i> Osu heard the man say and heard Chiyoko give a bit of a sarcastic reply. Osu examined the two men and listened to their blood as he sometimes did. The one man had quite a bit of alcohol in his bloodstream while the other probably needed to stop eating so much salt. He suddenly saw the first cork fire off and not get anything. Osu had been afraid of that. With each shot though he noticed she was getting closer and closer to the big ape. When she hit the gorilla with her fifth shot Osu began clapping as he was excited for her and stared at the men who were laughing with disapproval. "She is recovering meany." Osu thought grumpily as he stared at the drunk. Chiyoko did not pay them much mind however. Instead she seemed to be focusing on the gorilla. Osu was concerned that it had only moved about an inch though as they moved it back to where it was. How were any of the larger prizes to be won when the rifle only had that much power?
Chiyoko was going for the gorilla anyway as she shot away at it as it teetered but something seemed off to Osu that he couldn't place his finger on with her third shot. The gorilla should not have moved like that, at least not that much with the rifle she was using. Osu knew that much from all of his target practice. Once more she shot and once more the gorilla moved in an unusual fashion in Osu's eyes but he couldn't figure out the cause. Before he could put too much more thought into whatever could be happening though he noticed someone coming towards them with very suspicious movements. Suddenly he began rushing forward and Osu started to aim his finger at the man heading straight at Onee-San when he noticed her swinging the stock of the rifle straight into the man's face. So she had already noticed him, but it was only to be expected. Osu had to look away though because of all the blood he wasn't prepared for and began to do his calming exercises in his head. He wanted to do something for the foolish man but couldn't do anything too obvious without exposing him and possible Chiyoko as ninja and possibly attract the attention of those anti-kunoichi people. Instead Osu brushed his hand casually across the man's back using what was known as the Anesthetic Infusion jutsu. It was a pretty new jutsu for Osu and may have been a bit much as it was technically a painkiller for use by shinobi in battles where people were stabbed and burned and crushed, and the now half toothless man was giggling his head off and spouting things like "I gots teeth on the ground, I hope they turn into beautiful flowers and give all the world hugs and wheeeee!" ... So that was the reason it was not used in the hospital instead of medicine. Osu had not meant to make the man all goofy like that and he looked at his hand, he was going to have to improve his chakra control. "Oh Onee-San you got the gorilla!" Osu cheered having completely forgotten the unusual movements of her target when he had prepared to bring the man charging her down.
Osu did look at the prize he wanted with concern though as he went to pick up the rifle. The drunk looked down at him and in a taunting voice asked, "Are you sure you can lift this thing little missy? Why don't you be a good girl and let your sissy shoot for yah?"<i></i> Osu puffed his cheeks a little at that though it didn't really change his facial expression. He picked up the rifle and hit his target dead on... and it didn't even budge. He had been afraid of this when he had first noticed the giant shark toy. It was bigger than he was and apparently had some weight to it. "I get what you are thinking there little missy. You thought you should hit the biggest thing since you were bound to miss anything else. Sadly that is the catch of the day and you need a bit more brains to bring him in. Can't get as lucky as your onee-san." Osu was growing annoyed with this man for calling Chiyoko's success luck and suggesting he could not have hit any of the other targets on top of questioning his intelligence. While he was deciding where on the shark to hit to try and get it to budge some guards had arrived and began questioning what they thought was a really drunk thief. Osu hit the very base of the tail then the very front of the shark and with both shots the shark had barely nudged. "Wow midget-chan your shots are all over the place, you are just barely hitting the shark at all! Are you sure you want to just watch the little thing " As Osu shot a fourth time aiming for just above the shark's center of gravity to watch that basically do nothing, the giggling and bleeding thief coughed on top of Osu's head. Osu had stopped his calming exercise a good minute before and was not prepared for his hair to be dripping with someone else's blood.
Osuteno suddenly grew a large smile as the drunk was busy laughing at his misfortune. The sober man however took a step back. It was a very natural smile for Osuteno, he didn't have to force it like he usually did, but there was an unmistakable look of cruelty to it. He did a few quick handsigns hidden by keeping his hands under the front of the booth, though it was perfectly possible for Chiyoko to see, a gradually a mist slowly began to roll into the street. Osuteno took aim with his fifth shot as if he did not notice the sudden change in visibility that was slowly creeping towards them. At the last moment though he seemed to drop the rifle and the shot had miraculously nailed the crook that was being escorted away in the back of the head, causing him to fall forward. He smiled a dreadful little smile as he said "Oops, it gun just got so heavy I could barely lift it." The drunk owner was laughing his head off saying I told you so while the sober man didn't look all that sure. the mist was getting a bit thick around them now and the ground was almost completely hidden. Osu bent down to "search for the rifle" as the mist began to rise and started to make everything a bit hard to see. Instead of grabbing the air rifle though, Osu gathered up the man's blood along with some of his own and formed a rifle of much the same shape, though that was where the similarity ended. To anyone more than a couple feet away it would appear to be the same gun in this fog.
"Mister, could I please have my final round of shots please? Osuteno asked in a sweet voice which would have been a whole lot less believable if one could see his eyes at that moment. "You have just the worst luck little girl," the man laughed not really paying attention as he gave Osuteno five more corks. "You could barely hit the thing when you could see it, too bad your sister already paid for this round." Osuteno giggled what could only be heard as the sweetest and most cheerful little giggle though the sober man paled a bit looking into Osuteno’s eyes that now more than ever seemed to be rotating orbs of blood. He loaded the first cork, took aim and destroyed both the cork and the stake on the left side of the shelf that helped to hold it still with a very loud crack. He then loaded the second cork and did the same to the right side. ”The hell is all that racket?” The drunk said looking around. The sober man had been close to the second stake and had jumped out of the booth having been spooked.
”Onee-Chan, this would be a good time to lend your imouto some of your luck,” Osuteno said with a rather dark grin though it would have been about impossible to see at this point. Now that his attitude had shifted into a… less oblivious one he had realized that it was very obvious Chiyoko had been a naughty girl and did something to cause the gorilla’s unusual movement. With the third cork he hit the top shelf directly causing the whole thing to rock backwards. The moment of truth was coming as he used the Bounce Shot technique hitting the wall first then the top shelf from behind as it rocked forwards. Whether due to Chiyoko’s assistance or just plain luck the shelf toppled forward. Osuteno used the final cork to knock out the sober man who had begun to flee behind the booths. It was a rather unfortunate place for someone to pass out. He could not easily be seen from the street side of the booths and it would likely be hours before someone found him or he woke up. Rather bad luck on his part.
Osuteno on the other hand rather cheerily said, ”Seems our luck turned around.” He let the blood rifle dissipate and directed the blood down a storm drain while he placed the real one on the table without any unneeded witnesses. He then slid across the counter and picked up his new shark, “It is a shame I can’t carry all of these, Onee-San was there another one you wanted?” The drunk’s hands shot forward and Osuteno merely smirked and didn’t bother to dodge. He began rolling his left shoulder, loosening the kimono to where the sleeve was beginning to fall down. ”What the hell do you think you are doing!?” the man growled. ”Collecting my prizes you peasant, what does it look like? You are lucky Mako-Chan is almost too much for me to carry, or I would be taking home more.” Osuteno said matter-of-factly lifting the large shark plush by its tail. The drunk seemed to be turning purple. ”What makes you think I will just let you walk off with anything you want after making a mess of my booth?” Osuteno could hear people starting to come towards them to find out what all that commotion was, though for most seeing and hearing through the thick fog was difficult. ”Because not only should every drop of blood in your body be begging for the chance to serve me, I promise you that it is in your best interest to let us be on our way and not cause a scene.”
The man’s face was close enough for Osuteno to tell he was rather cross eyed at the moment, ”Try me,” the man growled raising his fist just under Osuteno’s face. Osuteno simply nodded, ”Very well, I gave you a chance.” He then turned his head to look towards Chiyoko, ”Onee-chan, it seems I must punish this man so I must apologize for us having to make our leave very soon.” As he spoke his nose began bleeding and his eye appeared bruised due to him using his henomancy on himself. ”Oh, and could you shriek for me?” He began crying as hard as he could as he let the fog he had created roll on.
Just as a sizable group of people appeared they suddenly saw a man holding on to the disheveled robe of a bloody, battered and crying little girl appearing to get ready to hit her again. Osuteno had his eyes shut tightly as he cried loudly, making sure no one would notice that particular feature of his and was pulling away from the man while covering his chest with one arm. The drunk was stunned as the moment began to dawn on him and Osuteno broke free of his grasp screaming, ”Onee-San!” while bawling his eyes out. He used her to hide his face, but tears and blood dropped to the ground for all to see as he cried out in broken speech, O-O-Onee-San I was pl-playing the game and I wa-wa-wanted the shark but it wouldn’t m-m-m-move and the clouds got low an-and the man said if I ca-came behind the co-coun-cou-counter he would give me the sh-sh-shark if I was qu-quiet and a good girl b-b-but he got re-really mean and I was sc-scared cause I couldn’t se-se-see you and and and I want to go home!”
Osuteno then turned to run down an alley dragging his new shark behind him with the drunk yelling, ”I didn’t do nothing to that little bitch!” He turned a corner and quickly sealed his shark toy away and used the transformation jutsu to become the very image of his 16 year-old cousin Junichi and waited for Chiyoko to come after him. When she finally came he would greet her with his new appearance with the words, <COLOR color="#800080">“Greetings Onee-San, meet my cousin Junichi. Want to go get that fried food now? I am afraid I won’t be this fun for very long and I will likely start blathering about how awful a person I am any moment.”
He began hanging on to Chiyoko as if she was his actual big sister (there wasn't that much of a change) and much like he wish he could with his actual relatives. They all seemed to keep a certain amount of space from him for one reason or another.As he described the things he liked about fairs he kind of wished that some of his family would play with him like Onee-chan did. He listened with fascination as she described her old pet goldfish and how big it got. His imagination drifted to the image of a large fish swimming around in its bowl at the dinner table. Osu never had pets so much as patients and playmates. He began talking about the times her could barely remember around the age of four when he began going and exploring outside of the orphanage and the cats he would follow on their paths down alleyways, over and under fences, along walls, and across rooftops. Osu never realized it himself but during his time at the orphanage they had begun recruiting the local women to keep an eye out for the toddler Osu and try to hold on to him whenever he managed to escape, which was a lot despite the orphanage's best efforts. He never seemed to realize how terrifying it was for adults to see a toddler hopping along rooftops after cats. He then spoke of how he was tested a bit young for chakra sensitivity (which it had never occurred to him might have been because he was much more difficult to keep track of than the other kids and was given funds to stay on his own in a room above his favorite tea shop for his eighth birthday while he attended the academy. During the few months he had lived there he had kept dozens of different injured animals from birds to cats to dogs and many more and he spoke of how he would nurse them back to health until they felt ready to leave. "But I never rescued a fish! Especially one that big! Will you teach me how to catch one Onee-San?" It confused him that a game would be a bit one-sided though, weren't games supposed to be equal and fair?
When the arcade came into sight Ousteno was beyond ecstatic despite what his face could muster. He watched as Chiyoko scanned the area and focused in one direction. It seemed she had decided that she wanted to begin with the cork rifle stand before consuming fried food though she expressed some concern over the possibility of coronary disease (at least he thought she was). "There is no need to fear Onee-San, Coronary Artery Disease may be a risk of high cholesterol, but that is from a continued imbalance in diet, not getting enough exercise or excessive alcohol and smok..." Osu cut himself off as he realized what he had just mentioned. "I'll protect you Onee-San, I am capable of performing several emergency procedures and jutsu to prolong the window for treatment. you can enjoy yourself without worry." While Osu had managed to avoid his medical lecture earlier he was currently showing his promise as the youngest Mednin-in-Training in the program by several years. Many wouldn't think it looking at him but Osu was actually a prodigy. Not to mention his mentor was the Sennin herself, though Osu himself would never think to brag about the fact. He was to busy misunderstanding people and reading to much in the wrong direction into what people said. He was a better medic and fighter than he was a conversationalist.
As he thought of that though he did take into consideration the correction Chiyoko had to learn to account for the impairment of her depth perception. It took the average person a few months to fully get used to losing an eye but shinobi were not and could not afford to be the average person. Chiyoko would likely be examined and tested thoroughly by the Medical Branch before they would allow her back into the field. Even these arcade games would be helpful rehab for her. He would find out who her primary physician is and inform them of her and contribute to her evaluation report, though as an MiT it would only hold a little weight. He simply didn't want her treatment to have any delays.
Osu for once was the one being pulled along as they approached the booth. He watched quietly as Chiyoko bought four tries worth of games for the two of them to split. He looked at the two men thinking they looked oddly familiar as one giggled to himself. He then began to examine the shelves which is when he noticed his target. It was as big as he was. Before he could point it out though he noticed the rifle they would be using and how it was shorter than what he was used to using, which is when he looked at his target with concern. "Know how to use this? It's about as heavy as a real one."</COLOR><i></i> Osu heard the man say and heard Chiyoko give a bit of a sarcastic reply. Osu examined the two men and listened to their blood as he sometimes did. The one man had quite a bit of alcohol in his bloodstream while the other probably needed to stop eating so much salt. He suddenly saw the first cork fire off and not get anything. Osu had been afraid of that. With each shot though he noticed she was getting closer and closer to the big ape. When she hit the gorilla with her fifth shot Osu began clapping as he was excited for her and stared at the men who were laughing with disapproval. "She is recovering meany." Osu thought grumpily as he stared at the drunk. Chiyoko did not pay them much mind however. Instead she seemed to be focusing on the gorilla. Osu was concerned that it had only moved about an inch though as they moved it back to where it was. How were any of the larger prizes to be won when the rifle only had that much power?
Chiyoko was going for the gorilla anyway as she shot away at it as it teetered but something seemed off to Osu that he couldn't place his finger on with her third shot. The gorilla should not have moved like that, at least not that much with the rifle she was using. Osu knew that much from all of his target practice. Once more she shot and once more the gorilla moved in an unusual fashion in Osu's eyes but he couldn't figure out the cause. Before he could put too much more thought into whatever could be happening though he noticed someone coming towards them with very suspicious movements. Suddenly he began rushing forward and Osu started to aim his finger at the man heading straight at Onee-San when he noticed her swinging the stock of the rifle straight into the man's face. So she had already noticed him, but it was only to be expected. Osu had to look away though because of all the blood he wasn't prepared for and began to do his calming exercises in his head. He wanted to do something for the foolish man but couldn't do anything too obvious without exposing him and possible Chiyoko as ninja and possibly attract the attention of those anti-kunoichi people. Instead Osu brushed his hand casually across the man's back using what was known as the Anesthetic Infusion jutsu. It was a pretty new jutsu for Osu and may have been a bit much as it was technically a painkiller for use by shinobi in battles where people were stabbed and burned and crushed, and the now half toothless man was giggling his head off and spouting things like "I gots teeth on the ground, I hope they turn into beautiful flowers and give all the world hugs and wheeeee!" ... So that was the reason it was not used in the hospital instead of medicine. Osu had not meant to make the man all goofy like that and he looked at his hand, he was going to have to improve his chakra control. "Oh Onee-San you got the gorilla!" Osu cheered having completely forgotten the unusual movements of her target when he had prepared to bring the man charging her down.
Osu did look at the prize he wanted with concern though as he went to pick up the rifle. The drunk looked down at him and in a taunting voice asked, "Are you sure you can lift this thing little missy? Why don't you be a good girl and let your sissy shoot for yah?"<i></i> Osu puffed his cheeks a little at that though it didn't really change his facial expression. He picked up the rifle and hit his target dead on... and it didn't even budge. He had been afraid of this when he had first noticed the giant shark toy. It was bigger than he was and apparently had some weight to it. "I get what you are thinking there little missy. You thought you should hit the biggest thing since you were bound to miss anything else. Sadly that is the catch of the day and you need a bit more brains to bring him in. Can't get as lucky as your onee-san." Osu was growing annoyed with this man for calling Chiyoko's success luck and suggesting he could not have hit any of the other targets on top of questioning his intelligence. While he was deciding where on the shark to hit to try and get it to budge some guards had arrived and began questioning what they thought was a really drunk thief. Osu hit the very base of the tail then the very front of the shark and with both shots the shark had barely nudged. "Wow midget-chan your shots are all over the place, you are just barely hitting the shark at all! Are you sure you want to just watch the little thing " As Osu shot a fourth time aiming for just above the shark's center of gravity to watch that basically do nothing, the giggling and bleeding thief coughed on top of Osu's head. Osu had stopped his calming exercise a good minute before and was not prepared for his hair to be dripping with someone else's blood.
Osuteno suddenly grew a large smile as the drunk was busy laughing at his misfortune. The sober man however took a step back. It was a very natural smile for Osuteno, he didn't have to force it like he usually did, but there was an unmistakable look of cruelty to it. He did a few quick handsigns hidden by keeping his hands under the front of the booth, though it was perfectly possible for Chiyoko to see, a gradually a mist slowly began to roll into the street. Osuteno took aim with his fifth shot as if he did not notice the sudden change in visibility that was slowly creeping towards them. At the last moment though he seemed to drop the rifle and the shot had miraculously nailed the crook that was being escorted away in the back of the head, causing him to fall forward. He smiled a dreadful little smile as he said "Oops, it gun just got so heavy I could barely lift it." The drunk owner was laughing his head off saying I told you so while the sober man didn't look all that sure. the mist was getting a bit thick around them now and the ground was almost completely hidden. Osu bent down to "search for the rifle" as the mist began to rise and started to make everything a bit hard to see. Instead of grabbing the air rifle though, Osu gathered up the man's blood along with some of his own and formed a rifle of much the same shape, though that was where the similarity ended. To anyone more than a couple feet away it would appear to be the same gun in this fog.
"Mister, could I please have my final round of shots please? Osuteno asked in a sweet voice which would have been a whole lot less believable if one could see his eyes at that moment. "You have just the worst luck little girl," the man laughed not really paying attention as he gave Osuteno five more corks. "You could barely hit the thing when you could see it, too bad your sister already paid for this round." Osuteno giggled what could only be heard as the sweetest and most cheerful little giggle though the sober man paled a bit looking into Osuteno’s eyes that now more than ever seemed to be rotating orbs of blood. He loaded the first cork, took aim and destroyed both the cork and the stake on the left side of the shelf that helped to hold it still with a very loud crack. He then loaded the second cork and did the same to the right side. ”The hell is all that racket?” The drunk said looking around. The sober man had been close to the second stake and had jumped out of the booth having been spooked.
”Onee-Chan, this would be a good time to lend your imouto some of your luck,” Osuteno said with a rather dark grin though it would have been about impossible to see at this point. Now that his attitude had shifted into a… less oblivious one he had realized that it was very obvious Chiyoko had been a naughty girl and did something to cause the gorilla’s unusual movement. With the third cork he hit the top shelf directly causing the whole thing to rock backwards. The moment of truth was coming as he used the Bounce Shot technique hitting the wall first then the top shelf from behind as it rocked forwards. Whether due to Chiyoko’s assistance or just plain luck the shelf toppled forward. Osuteno used the final cork to knock out the sober man who had begun to flee behind the booths. It was a rather unfortunate place for someone to pass out. He could not easily be seen from the street side of the booths and it would likely be hours before someone found him or he woke up. Rather bad luck on his part.
Osuteno on the other hand rather cheerily said, ”Seems our luck turned around.” He let the blood rifle dissipate and directed the blood down a storm drain while he placed the real one on the table without any unneeded witnesses. He then slid across the counter and picked up his new shark, “It is a shame I can’t carry all of these, Onee-San was there another one you wanted?” The drunk’s hands shot forward and Osuteno merely smirked and didn’t bother to dodge. He began rolling his left shoulder, loosening the kimono to where the sleeve was beginning to fall down. ”What the hell do you think you are doing!?” the man growled. ”Collecting my prizes you peasant, what does it look like? You are lucky Mako-Chan is almost too much for me to carry, or I would be taking home more.” Osuteno said matter-of-factly lifting the large shark plush by its tail. The drunk seemed to be turning purple. ”What makes you think I will just let you walk off with anything you want after making a mess of my booth?” Osuteno could hear people starting to come towards them to find out what all that commotion was, though for most seeing and hearing through the thick fog was difficult. ”Because not only should every drop of blood in your body be begging for the chance to serve me, I promise you that it is in your best interest to let us be on our way and not cause a scene.”
The man’s face was close enough for Osuteno to tell he was rather cross eyed at the moment, ”Try me,” the man growled raising his fist just under Osuteno’s face. Osuteno simply nodded, ”Very well, I gave you a chance.” He then turned his head to look towards Chiyoko, ”Onee-chan, it seems I must punish this man so I must apologize for us having to make our leave very soon.” As he spoke his nose began bleeding and his eye appeared bruised due to him using his henomancy on himself. ”Oh, and could you shriek for me?” He began crying as hard as he could as he let the fog he had created roll on.
Just as a sizable group of people appeared they suddenly saw a man holding on to the disheveled robe of a bloody, battered and crying little girl appearing to get ready to hit her again. Osuteno had his eyes shut tightly as he cried loudly, making sure no one would notice that particular feature of his and was pulling away from the man while covering his chest with one arm. The drunk was stunned as the moment began to dawn on him and Osuteno broke free of his grasp screaming, ”Onee-San!” while bawling his eyes out. He used her to hide his face, but tears and blood dropped to the ground for all to see as he cried out in broken speech, O-O-Onee-San I was pl-playing the game and I wa-wa-wanted the shark but it wouldn’t m-m-m-move and the clouds got low an-and the man said if I ca-came behind the co-coun-cou-counter he would give me the sh-sh-shark if I was qu-quiet and a good girl b-b-but he got re-really mean and I was sc-scared cause I couldn’t se-se-see you and and and I want to go home!”
Osuteno then turned to run down an alley dragging his new shark behind him with the drunk yelling, ”I didn’t do nothing to that little bitch!” He turned a corner and quickly sealed his shark toy away and used the transformation jutsu to become the very image of his 16 year-old cousin Junichi and waited for Chiyoko to come after him. When she finally came he would greet her with his new appearance with the words, <COLOR color="#800080">“Greetings Onee-San, meet my cousin Junichi. Want to go get that fried food now? I am afraid I won’t be this fun for very long and I will likely start blathering about how awful a person I am any moment.”
