Ben-to new Kingdom Knights 1
With the tea in his hand the old geezer started talking.
” Oshiro Masayoshi was my senpai many years ago and he had told me his story as proof of being his successor. Though even today I never would have given myself the credit to do so. His assurance was however that if he would find a worthy successor he would surely return. Superstition aside or even believing in ghost, He stood there some weeks ago, watching you as you got beaten to the ground.
It was the first time he showed himself and has surprised you as well, but it didn’t stop him from showing his face and swing that stick of his around, every time you would come here to test your strength.
Yes that is the youngster’s way these days. To test your strength and have the bento as your prize.
Thought the real start of it all was Oshiro. He was an honest student and thought that things should be fair. And if by any way it wasn’t fair rules needed to be created to make it fair. If you ask me he just loved the easy life and spend most his free time relaxing under a tree.
One day during his school days he entered one of the supers to get himself something to eat. Now he may not have been a grand figure or look very strong, but he had his smarts and some background in man styles of fighting.
Anyway. As he entered and walked towards the cooling area he heard some ruckus and loud voices coming from around the corner of his aisle. Soon as he came out in the open he saw the shop owner thrown to the floor in a corner, rubbing his red face. Within a group of a couple of delinquents was a boy dressed in his school uniform.
In his arms he held a bento box. And as it seemed it was one of the last ones.
The groups yelled down at him.
“Oi, give me that bento punk. It is the best one left out here and I want it.” His Pompadour flushed against the forehead of his victim, as he kept his hands in his pocket. A chain hung from his back pocket and the sidekicks all had matching leather jackets, minus the spikes on their shoulder. That was only for the biggest of bullies.
Oshiro couldn’t have that, being the righteous one and a knight of justice. He stepped in and picked up another bento box. And smiled wryly. “Oh got the last one, Lucky.”
He then turned around towards the high schooler and asked which one he had. Thus interrupting the bullying.
“Hey you, who the hell are you? Can’t you see I am negotiating here. And that bento your holding is for my boy here.”
“Yeah it is ours”
“Right boss”
It was his honesty that got him in to trouble may time before. It still ever stopped him from standing up and defend his beliefs.
“Really, then why did they not pick it up and hold it in their basket.”
-“Huh! What you saying? I told you right now to leave it and fuck off.” Pompadour was getting angrier and placed his face close to Oshiro.
The old man took a breather and a sip of his tea and twitched te corner of his mouth. Or rather smiled in an good yet ominous way.
To e continued…
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