"No luck yet again." Iemitsu sighed as he walked through town. This was the third time someone had rejected his offer, including his own son. The second person he approached was the son of a fisherman. He had refused because he wanted to help his old man with his business while pursuing a career in some sport that Iemitsu had already forgotten the name of.
The third person was a fighter who showed a lot of promise. Except that he was more dedicated to boxing rather that fighting witches. Iemitsu sighs again, leaning against a wall for support, putting his hands in his coat pockets. He had been out for two days yet he had not made a tiny bit of progress on his mission. Just when I thought it would be an easy task..
"Hey you little punk, you gotta problem with us?" a man says to someone. Iemitsu could not see who the man was talking to because of his huge body blocking his view. "You're the one who bumped into me so shouldn't I be the one asking that?" the person the man was threatening argued back.
"Huh? You rich people are always like that. Always thinking you're right and looking down on other people. Besides, I'm older than you so shouldn't you be respecting me? It really pisses me off!
"I don't see why I should respect thick headed idiots like you." the other said, clearly not afraid of the large man before him.
"Why you little shit!"
Iemitsu lost interest in the scene unfolding in front of him and decided to walk away. How troublesome he thought. It was common for fights like this to occur in town, it was pathetic really. Besides, the person the man was talking two would be torn to shreds. Most people from higher classes in society lacked self defense skills, their only power being money.
Suddenly, Iemitsu heard a yell of pain. When Iemitsu turned around, the man from before was lying against a wall completely knocked out. "Tch, bastard." the person he was fighting says. He had silver hair and green eyes and was dressed in a white dress shirt, black pants, and wore knee high boots while carrying his crimson coat over his shoulder. The boy did not have a single scratch or bruise on him, which was surprising considering how strong his opponent looked. "Hm, in just a few moments? Impressive." Iemitsu mused as he walked up behind him.
The boy noticed and turned around to face Iemitsu, "What the hell do you want?" he spat.
"Tough one aren't we? I would like to talk to you about something."
"So you want me to help the king fight against the witches?" the boy whose name was Gokudera asks Iemitsu.
"Yes." the older man says. He would not be so surprised now if he got rejected. It was silent between the two, Gokudera looked like he was contemplating on his decision. Iemitsu sighs as he took another chug from his pint of beer. They were in a bar that was pretty empty at the moment, though they were getting stares from the waitresses and customers. Two people of high class drinking in a bar for the common folk was indeed a rare sight to behold. "I'll do it." Gokudera says, making the man almost choke on his drink. "What was that again?"
"I said that I'll do it."
By now, Iemitsu was smiling like an idiot. "Hey waitress! Another two pints over here." Iemitsu calls out to a lady working at the counter.
"Oi, old man. How many times do I have to say that I don't want to drink your shitty beer?" Gokudera protests.
"Now, now, nothing bad's going to happen from a little drink, cheer's!" Iemitsu says, lifting his cup.
"You're not listening to me you bastard!"