To be honest it has been a time since I even wrote on here. I guess I am slowly getting back my mojo and flow. Life and time has been getting things topsy-turvy and I do need to straighten things out if I want to keep on moving forward. For now here is something to read.
No image this week.
Ben-toes: New Kingdom Knights 12
According to the information given by the wounded cub who was seeking help from the strongest of wolves. Each super is about to have the half price bento at the same time. The super markets worked together on this and made the choice in the hope to reduce the troubles the oppressing gangs were causing.
People who lived around the super stopped going to the super at the given times. Scared of being involved or worse, getting hurt. Mothers with their children ran away fast as they could if the hour was near and would not come again until the pricing was over. Still the gangs came earlier and earlier knowing this, holding all the delicious bento for themselves.
Every super was unable to do anything and were simply losing money and costumers. And if a super would think to take every bento away from the shop would gather the wrath of the delinquents and have every isle smashed to bits.
Not even the police dared showing up. In front of them were youngsters ready to use the chains bats and iron pipes against all who oppose them. They were ruthless and take hostages. And not a single officer or mayor wanted a war on their streets.
Outside the Plum Grocery stood a row of ruff looking males. Shirts with sleeves torn off or ripped jeans hung full with patches and chains. Some were bulky and showed off their tattoos as they swung a length of wood around. Their laughs were loud and voices aggressive.
“Can’t wait to get another bento for a steal. My stomach is already growling.”
-“Hey, will they take a six-pack with them as well.”
“This is to easy, we could empty the whole super, no body dares to go against us!”
-“Whahahaha, bunch of nobodies and weaklings. I take the Crab…”
His laughing roar was cut short of the big fat giant, who’s shirt was just a size to small and showing his jelly belly and its trembling eye. It was a fist that dug into its body and held into place by a short skinny guy with a spiky Mohawk.
“Oi, I think we just got ourselves some wolves to exercise on before dinner, Donny!”
-“Shut the fuck up, Dink, the Crab is… say what?”
While a few people were slowly getting closer, their aura made the delinquents gather up and swiped away their drool that held on to the corner of their mouths. The rough youth lined up and readied their weapons. Donny the fat guy strode forward holding a large bat in front of him. Stretched out you could see the small nicks cut into the wood. “Haha with this I will reach the one hundred!” He pointed the bat to each head and counted out loud.
A silence blanketed the other wise busy streets and a light flickered from a lamppost. Eyes were just staring at each other. On the side of the bad boys some were sweating and sweeping their eyes left and right unsure of what is about to happen.
Than like thunder on a clear sky a scream sliced through the silence and has people start to move.
The one shouting was none other than Nikaidou who found a new path in his journey among wolves.
To be continued…
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