Ben-To: The new kingdom 4
“It has been a while, Sen. I see you can still hold your own but no tricks will stop me this time.” The lady losses up her body and stand up straight reaching out a hand to Sen.
Satou sees his senpai letting the strain flow from her muscles and shakes the hand infront of her. Behind her Shaga has stood with her hand above a bento and sees the scene unravel and hears Sen clearly, “It is a surprise to see you here Uzu. What with a god fighting?”
“just hold that thought.” Uzu the lady how fought of the men with sticks slams a second time on the button and a green light is lit up above it. Her curvy bodies bends over and picks up her apron she tightens in a fast manner around her waist. Her hair shines with the few swirly throws catching it back in to a pony tail.
More wolves enter the floor to battle for the half priced bento still waiting to be picked up. Though these do not have any weapons of some sorts, just her fists and expressions that aren’t fearless, but look more relieved.
“What is the deal here, isn’t this a fight for the delicious half priced Bento?” Shaga strokes her blond hair and throws it over her shoulder like a true princess.
Satou had picked up the man who collapsed in front of him and walked over to the two ladies. “Senpai do you know her? Ah I am sorry the name is Satou Yoh, pleased to make your acquaintance. Could you help me with this guy, he just lost it a minute ago.”
“Oh what is this, did Sen grow up and gather a pack of wolves. Still aiming for the top? This way let me explain what is going on here.”
“You have changed somewhat Uzu Senpai, lost your sharp tongue?”
Just that moment the wind picked up as a hand sliced through the air towards Sen. The speed was enough to make the hair dance freely as it had been blown up in al directions.
“I might have lost my tongue but not my speed and strength. Guess I can thank those punks for keeping it up to scrap. Feel like you can take me on and win?”
The five enter through the swinging doors into the back of the supermarket. The boxes and crates all neatly stacked up along the walls and in the rows of shelves. Past one they entered a door into a small office that had some chairs put around a table and against one wall were some cabinets resembling a kitchen.
“Put the boy over there.” Uzu turns on the kettle after she pointed to a small wooden bench presses against one of the wall above it hung a picture on which Satou recognized a familiar face. Silence filled the room as they went for a seat and watched Uzu come up with a tray of hot tea.
To be continued…