Post by Greyson on Jul 31, 2023 19:15:13 GMT
The night sky was dark compared to the neon lights. Bright in various colors, each trying to out do the other. Bars, Karaokes, 24/7 Onsens, Convenience stores, Fortune Telling, Pawn shops. Together they created some form of night life, people bustling about, laughing in small groups as they moved from one shop to the other. It was too early to retire and such the yellow taxis regurgitated guest after guest from various parts of the country.
In such a place was Kunieda, dressed in an ash grey hoodie, a beanie shaped like a polar bear and green faded jeans. He towered over most of the populace. Most would have stared at him during the day but during the night where all sorts of people came about, the strange man with a strange sense of fashion was blending in.
"How am I supposed to find this person if he has no spiritual pressure?" He scowled, looking at the humans called a smart phone. He preferred good old paper. They'd explain to him it operated on a battery and that he would have to recharge it. How did one recharge such a thing? They had not explained before throwing him out the Senkaimon.
"Ha...." He stopped, staring up into the night sky as he drew in a deep breath. It wasn't all too bad. The human world. He had come from it. There was something about it, like coming home to a stranger. He sniffed, smelling grilled skewers from a nearby street stall. He stared at it, watching the meet darken over charcoal flames, the fat popping and sizzling as the sweet marinade became charred.
"One Please..."
In such a place was Kunieda, dressed in an ash grey hoodie, a beanie shaped like a polar bear and green faded jeans. He towered over most of the populace. Most would have stared at him during the day but during the night where all sorts of people came about, the strange man with a strange sense of fashion was blending in.
"How am I supposed to find this person if he has no spiritual pressure?" He scowled, looking at the humans called a smart phone. He preferred good old paper. They'd explain to him it operated on a battery and that he would have to recharge it. How did one recharge such a thing? They had not explained before throwing him out the Senkaimon.
"Ha...." He stopped, staring up into the night sky as he drew in a deep breath. It wasn't all too bad. The human world. He had come from it. There was something about it, like coming home to a stranger. He sniffed, smelling grilled skewers from a nearby street stall. He stared at it, watching the meet darken over charcoal flames, the fat popping and sizzling as the sweet marinade became charred.
"One Please..."