If there was one thing Yang hated it was violent drinkers, and it seemed the road had been full of them today as a pack of five thugs, probably bandits of some sort, took up the best spot in the house, groping any female unfortunate to have to walk in range of them.
They spilt Sake, drunk what wasn't spilt, and worst of all, they drove away customers. So he had mixed feelings when a man, barely out of his teens walked into the tavern.
He wore a fairly long coat which ended at his knees a book bag hung over his shoulder and a pair of goggles lay over his eyes, his brown hair swept up into spikes, aa ring of multicoloured pouches hung off his belt, and he wore a fancy red shirt under the jacket.
He turned and sat on the counter and ordered a small dish of dango, one of the few things Yang could actually make. He waited there patiently ignoring the shouts behind him. Yang scowled again when he heard them but continued to make the sweets, after a few minutes they were done and he placed the dish in front of the goggled youth.
He nodded and paid quietly about to enjoy one of the few none ration meals he had in months when a large dirty hand knocked away the stick he was holding and flipped the platter over send the sticky dumplings all over the boy's jacket.
Most people would either react with indignation; some would be badass and do some intricate ironic move that involved making the thug hit himself.
The boy did neither, or perhaps both.
"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" the youth slammed his hand on the bar and grabbed the thug by the collar and slapped him.
At this point the thug's companions realized something was up with their friend and turned to see the fight brewing up, Yang swore and hoped they wouldn't use anything too damaging.
A boy in the corner with stunning blonde hair shouted in excitement as the goggled man slapped the thug again.
"I hope you plan on buying another plate for me you little bitch, because that was the first real edible food I was going to have in months." The thug was furious and spat in goggle's face enraging him further, "I was gonna let you keep your nose straight but you know what!?"
The sound of something cracking was heard and the thug howled as the man dropped him flat on his ass, the man's hands immediately flew to his face and the thug held his nose tightly.
"You bastard! Yorijis with us! And we're not gonna let you do that to him and get away with it!" The leader of the group presumably so because he was the biggest and most scarred of the sorry lot, thumbed at himself, a vicious grin stretching across his face.
"Ah good I needed some action tonight." The goggled man smiled and barked out "Innkeep make me anther plate, I'll pay for the damages done to your establishment and kick these guys asses for you!"
Yang only hesitated for a seconded before shrugging and making more dumplings.
The goggled youth smiled again and stretched his hand out to the gang, the goggles on his face lit up a bright blue, he cracked his knuckles.
"Do you know who you guys are messing with?" He said slowly and even the thug with the broken nose started to listen the youth.
"You're fucking with the scientist of death! The magician of fear! The Inventor of the lost! You have no idea who's wrath you've just incurred! You've pissed off the one and only, Drake Muren!"
With a flourish he reached into his pouch
"BEHOLD the instrument of your doom!"
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It was a banana.
At first Naruto and the other occupants of the tavern thought it was a joke, a weird one even by his standards but the goggle guy didn't even crack a smile as he winked at a barmaid.
"Ah I know what you're thinking! What strange pistol is that? It's the one and only repeater prototype and I'll give you guys the demonstration personally."
Naruto face-palmed as he realized in an effort to be cool the goggled guy had covered his eyes and didn't realize the error he'd made.
When Drake squeezed the trigger however Naruto realized how old and disgusting that banana was as it had to of been at least two months old at least for the banana to go flying out the way it did.
The disgusting old mushy thing flew through the air straight into the leader's face, suddenly the entire room stunk horrible and Tan finally realized his 'pistol' wasn't as deadly as it was supposed to be.
But really it was quiet funny and Naruto wasn't afraid of laughing, the leader bristled full of rage and screamed out to the five thugs behind him.
"KILL THAT GOGGLE WEARING MORON! AND THE BLONDE CLOWN TOO!"
Well shit, and here he was trying to be quiet for once.