Chapter 183
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Lachlan swiftly analysed all the grunts before him and scoffed. It wasn't an understatement to say that just about anyone could beat them if they had a weapon on them.
Their group all stood up, standing in front of Marie and forming a defensive wall. They didn't exactly want to just lash out at some thugs, they were attempting to build an academy, they needed to work on their reputation. It wouldn't look good if the founders of the academy had short tempers.
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Flynn stepped forward to mediate the situation in a professional manner. He raised his hand; his face was composed and calm. Unlike most, he knew that portraying an expression of awkwardness or weakness will prove fatal to a group of gang members. "I wonder what our friend could have done to displease you all so much. After all, she is just a small girl, I don't think you would want to be known as the gang that only bullies little girls. Do you?"
Flynn took the initiative to take the high ground in the conversation. Although, this only caused the gang members to lash out angrily with insults. The leader raised his arm horizontally to silence his crew before talking. "Well, your little friend there also happened to insult our boss greatly. Calling the tribal tattoo he has on his forearm the mark of a weakling."
The group turned to Marie and raised an eyebrow, gesturing for an explanation. Marie chuckled awkwardly as she scratched her head. "Well, it's true. The tribal tattoo he has comes from the small native American tribe located along the border of Canada. It's the tattoo given to the weakest in their tribe, it's given to the weakest to push that person further in life through hardship."
"There it is again, that bullshit mumble-jumble. Obviously, our leader's tribal tattoo means brave warrior, that's what he explained to us and I would say that he was far greater knowledge of his own tribe than you, little girl," The leader of the group scoffed angrily. "Now, hand her over and no one gets hurt."
"How about you come over and get it?" Lachlan asked sarcastically. The group showed no signs of budging, their feet were firmly planted into the ground. By doing it this way, they wouldn't be seen as bullies if they managed to just completely block off the gang members without using violence.
The gang members grunted before dashing forwards, their metal bats raised high in the air as they ran forward.
However, a shout was heard from behind the table. "Stop this at once!" The voice was powerful, it was coarse and rough but extremely fluid, a voice belonging to that of a calm and composed warrior.
The group's heads turned at once to find the source. What they discovered was the chef in black attire staring at the gang members with cold and sharp eyes. They were dark brown, almost black and pierced right through the bodies of the gang members.
The one leading the gang members was shaking nonstop as the members behind him all collapsed to their knees, their heads facing the ground as though they had already given up on life with their emotionless eyes. The leader of the members looked fearfully at the chef. "Who the hell are you? What the hell did you just do?"
The chef walked back around the table, giving off a chilling aura that overwhelmed the entire gang. Their bodies were shivering nonstop, they felt as though they were in the mouth of a beast. Slowly walking closer, one step at a time the chef explained in a deep and commanding voice. "Who are you to ask the questions? You come into my peaceful restaurant to disrupt the atmosphere and still have the courage to ask questions. Did you not look at the sign on your way in?"
One of the gang members stumbled and crawled his way to the door where he managed to get a glimpse of the sign. His expression changed to horror as he turned back to face the chef, his mouth opening and closing with no words coming out. Finally, the member managed to speak. "B-b-boss, we-we're currently at Odayakana Doragon!"
The leader of the small squad of gang members looked back towards the chef with horror in his eyes, he felt as though his very soul was sucked from his body. He swiftly got into a grovelling position by the chef's feet. "We're incredibly sorry for intruding! Please spare our lives!"
"Oh, so you still have the guts to ask for demands," The chef said chillingly as he squatted down next to the small squad gang leader. He spoke with confidence as he chuckled coldly. "Even your boss wouldn't ask for any demands from me. What gives you the right?"
The small squad gang leader truly felt final sap of his life get sucked from his body. He collapsed on the group, completely unconscious. The other members stared with wide sunken eyes, they stumbled and tumbled to the door before bursting into a sprint in all directions once they were out.
The chef turned back towards the group, he clasped his hands before bowing. "Incredibly sorry for that disturbance, I do hope you can sit back down and finish your meals, it would be sad for there to be such a waste. Also, you won't have to worry about that gang ever coming after your little friend again, we'll make sure of that."
Although the sound was only faint, Lachlan and the others were able to hear a couple of dozen people just dash away. The footsteps were almost completely silent, the chef's eyes widened at the reaction of the group. Their eyes were darting towards the direction of where his subordinates were. 'Hm, they don't appear to be the most ordinary of people.'
The chef returned to his station, he welcomes the new guests with open arms as the previous people on the table had left, creating the perfect amount of room. Marie, Flynn, and Chloe all picked up the menu and started ordering their food.
Marie ordered Agedashi Tofu, Flynn got himself a serving of Chawan Mushi while Chloe ordered Miso Soup. The two chefs immediately got to work, their skills in the kitchen were superb. They flowed steadily, preparing the ingredients one second before cooking it the next.
They pulled out a few more cut-outs on the stove, revealing a steamer as well as a saucepan. They started placing the ingredients in one after the other. The aroma filled the room mixing and fusing with the aroma of the other dishes being cooked elsewhere in the room.
Lachlan was constantly staring at the chef. His eyes darting between him and the screen in front of him.
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Name: Kawata Shozo (Human)
Age: 69 (Elder)
Soul Contracts: 1/5
Compatibility: Snakes (Low)
STR: 43, AGI: 38, VIT: 7
INT: 23, PER: 32, WIL: 25
Weakness: Deteriorating Body, Fragile Muscles & Bones, Weak Defence
Strengths: Martial Arts Master, Close Quarter Combat Specialist, Flexibility (Level 4)
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Although old, Lachlan had to give it to the oldie, his stats were still beyond most humans. To the point where it's almost scary. How strong could he have been in his prime when he's this strong during his weakened stage.
Kawata noticed Lachlan staring at him. He gave a quick glance with a slight smile before starting to talk as he continued to work. "You know, I'm quite curious as to how you were so confident in your abilities in standing up against those gang members."
"Well, I suppose they aren't the first gang we've fought before. However, I can confidently say they were certainly aren't the biggest," Lachlan explained as he took another bite of his Tokayaki. The doughy goodness filled his mouth before getting washed away with the taste of the ocean from the thinly sliced squid.
Although Lachlan wasn't sure where they managed to get themselves squid, he would say it was clearly the best squid he's ever tasted. It had a slightly chewy texture; however, the inside of the squid was filled with fine juices containing the ocean's wonders.
"Hoh, so I suppose you're quite the strong group then," Kawata said with a sharp glint in his eyes. "I wonder what you're doing in Atlanta. Since it's pretty obvious you're not from around here. I would have heard about it long ago if strong people were wandering the streets in rather vibrant armour."
Lachlan chuckled slightly along with the rest of the group. Flynn took the lead in the conversation in Lachlan's stead. "You certainly wouldn't be wrong. We're indeed not from Atlanta, to be honest, we aren't even from America. We're from Australia and if you want to know how we got here just take a couple of steps outside the restaurant look in the sky."
The chef wearing white cooking clothes turned towards the group with wide eyes of shock. "Boss, they're called Bloodied Wings. An organisation that even possesses the abilities to go toe to toe against the three Guardians. They're well known for their research results as well as the fact that they're able to defeat intelligent beasts."
"Hoh, so you're the infamous Bloodied Wings, I've heard quite a bit about you from family and friends," Kawata said as he nodded his head slowly. Kawate slowly tilted his head from side to side, looking slightly upwards while he still managed to work swiftly on the food. "I wonder, do you have a place for a Japanese restaurant on that island?"
"Oh, are you thinking of joining us then?" Flynn asked curiously. If they managed to get themselves another professional cook, they would absolutely start a small food court for when the students start rolling in. This way, the students would be able to enjoy life whenever they aren't training.
"Well I certainly wouldn't mind coming on board. Granted, I'll certainly need some time to prepare for that. It doesn't take a couple of seconds to just pack up and leave after all," Kawata explained calmly with a slight nod. "Also if I'm able to create a branch on that island it'll certainly cause for some great advertisement."
"Seems you have a lot of trust in our organisation," Flynn said. Kawata currently shouldn't know anything about their academy, he hadn't yet mentioned it to him. Therefore, it should be due to his trust in their reputation that they've managed to lure in his skills.
"Indeed, not to mention you've also allied yourself with I'm guessing Risky Miners and Fancy Fashion. Granted, I've got to hand it to your group, it's quite the impressive feat to get those two collaborating with on another," Kawata complimented. "As for how I know. Well, it's never a bad idea to keep your ear perked at all times."
Thinking back a bit, Flynn realised that he had mentioned the deals before. He mentioned it when he came into the restaurant and sat down. "Well, seems we've got to remember that we're currently surrounded by people. Some of which, might not have the friendliest of intents behind their presence."
The group nodded. Kawata continued on with an add-on to the explanation. "Also, it's never a bad idea to have multiple ears scattered around the city. Eyes as well."
"Oh, we'll take that advice into mind then," Flynn responded. He attempted to keep his ears perked for any information, however, his senses clearly weren't' high enough. In comparison though, most of the group wouldn't e able to do it as they seek information concerning their lives. The position of everyone in a room, what they might be carrying as well as how their mental state is currently going.
Granted, the mental state is more so for people currently going through a fury of anger. Shouting and resorting to violence instead of negotiation. Attacking both completely innocent bystanders alongside defensive forces.
The group swiftly finished their meals before Flynn left his number for Kawata. When they went to pay, Kawate rejected their payment as a sign of goodwill. They left the restaurant shortly after before heading back to the island to relax and possibly sleep.
Some of them spent hours searching the cities of suitable plots of land while others spent hours making proper deals. In the end however, they were all currently a bit exhausted mentally. Physically, they could fight for a few more days without rest.
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Lachlan swiftly analysed all the grunts before him and scoffed. It wasn't an understatement to say that just about anyone could beat them if they had a weapon on them.
Their group all stood up, standing in front of Marie and forming a defensive wall. They didn't exactly want to just lash out at some thugs, they were attempting to build an academy, they needed to work on their reputation. It wouldn't look good if the founders of the academy had short tempers.
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Flynn stepped forward to mediate the situation in a professional manner. He raised his hand; his face was composed and calm. Unlike most, he knew that portraying an expression of awkwardness or weakness will prove fatal to a group of gang members. "I wonder what our friend could have done to displease you all so much. After all, she is just a small girl, I don't think you would want to be known as the gang that only bullies little girls. Do you?"
Flynn took the initiative to take the high ground in the conversation. Although, this only caused the gang members to lash out angrily with insults. The leader raised his arm horizontally to silence his crew before talking. "Well, your little friend there also happened to insult our boss greatly. Calling the tribal tattoo he has on his forearm the mark of a weakling."
The group turned to Marie and raised an eyebrow, gesturing for an explanation. Marie chuckled awkwardly as she scratched her head. "Well, it's true. The tribal tattoo he has comes from the small native American tribe located along the border of Canada. It's the tattoo given to the weakest in their tribe, it's given to the weakest to push that person further in life through hardship."
"There it is again, that bullshit mumble-jumble. Obviously, our leader's tribal tattoo means brave warrior, that's what he explained to us and I would say that he was far greater knowledge of his own tribe than you, little girl," The leader of the group scoffed angrily. "Now, hand her over and no one gets hurt."
"How about you come over and get it?" Lachlan asked sarcastically. The group showed no signs of budging, their feet were firmly planted into the ground. By doing it this way, they wouldn't be seen as bullies if they managed to just completely block off the gang members without using violence.
The gang members grunted before dashing forwards, their metal bats raised high in the air as they ran forward.
However, a shout was heard from behind the table. "Stop this at once!" The voice was powerful, it was coarse and rough but extremely fluid, a voice belonging to that of a calm and composed warrior.
The group's heads turned at once to find the source. What they discovered was the chef in black attire staring at the gang members with cold and sharp eyes. They were dark brown, almost black and pierced right through the bodies of the gang members.
The one leading the gang members was shaking nonstop as the members behind him all collapsed to their knees, their heads facing the ground as though they had already given up on life with their emotionless eyes. The leader of the members looked fearfully at the chef. "Who the hell are you? What the hell did you just do?"
The chef walked back around the table, giving off a chilling aura that overwhelmed the entire gang. Their bodies were shivering nonstop, they felt as though they were in the mouth of a beast. Slowly walking closer, one step at a time the chef explained in a deep and commanding voice. "Who are you to ask the questions? You come into my peaceful restaurant to disrupt the atmosphere and still have the courage to ask questions. Did you not look at the sign on your way in?"
One of the gang members stumbled and crawled his way to the door where he managed to get a glimpse of the sign. His expression changed to horror as he turned back to face the chef, his mouth opening and closing with no words coming out. Finally, the member managed to speak. "B-b-boss, we-we're currently at Odayakana Doragon!"
The leader of the small squad of gang members looked back towards the chef with horror in his eyes, he felt as though his very soul was sucked from his body. He swiftly got into a grovelling position by the chef's feet. "We're incredibly sorry for intruding! Please spare our lives!"
"Oh, so you still have the guts to ask for demands," The chef said chillingly as he squatted down next to the small squad gang leader. He spoke with confidence as he chuckled coldly. "Even your boss wouldn't ask for any demands from me. What gives you the right?"
The small squad gang leader truly felt final sap of his life get sucked from his body. He collapsed on the group, completely unconscious. The other members stared with wide sunken eyes, they stumbled and tumbled to the door before bursting into a sprint in all directions once they were out.
The chef turned back towards the group, he clasped his hands before bowing. "Incredibly sorry for that disturbance, I do hope you can sit back down and finish your meals, it would be sad for there to be such a waste. Also, you won't have to worry about that gang ever coming after your little friend again, we'll make sure of that."
Although the sound was only faint, Lachlan and the others were able to hear a couple of dozen people just dash away. The footsteps were almost completely silent, the chef's eyes widened at the reaction of the group. Their eyes were darting towards the direction of where his subordinates were. 'Hm, they don't appear to be the most ordinary of people.'
The chef returned to his station, he welcomes the new guests with open arms as the previous people on the table had left, creating the perfect amount of room. Marie, Flynn, and Chloe all picked up the menu and started ordering their food.
Marie ordered Agedashi Tofu, Flynn got himself a serving of Chawan Mushi while Chloe ordered Miso Soup. The two chefs immediately got to work, their skills in the kitchen were superb. They flowed steadily, preparing the ingredients one second before cooking it the next.
They pulled out a few more cut-outs on the stove, revealing a steamer as well as a saucepan. They started placing the ingredients in one after the other. The aroma filled the room mixing and fusing with the aroma of the other dishes being cooked elsewhere in the room.
Lachlan was constantly staring at the chef. His eyes darting between him and the screen in front of him.
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Name: Kawata Shozo (Human)
Age: 69 (Elder)
Soul Contracts: 1/5
Compatibility: Snakes (Low)
STR: 43, AGI: 38, VIT: 7
INT: 23, PER: 32, WIL: 25
Weakness: Deteriorating Body, Fragile Muscles & Bones, Weak Defence
Strengths: Martial Arts Master, Close Quarter Combat Specialist, Flexibility (Level 4)
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Although old, Lachlan had to give it to the oldie, his stats were still beyond most humans. To the point where it's almost scary. How strong could he have been in his prime when he's this strong during his weakened stage.
Kawata noticed Lachlan staring at him. He gave a quick glance with a slight smile before starting to talk as he continued to work. "You know, I'm quite curious as to how you were so confident in your abilities in standing up against those gang members."
"Well, I suppose they aren't the first gang we've fought before. However, I can confidently say they were certainly aren't the biggest," Lachlan explained as he took another bite of his Tokayaki. The doughy goodness filled his mouth before getting washed away with the taste of the ocean from the thinly sliced squid.
Although Lachlan wasn't sure where they managed to get themselves squid, he would say it was clearly the best squid he's ever tasted. It had a slightly chewy texture; however, the inside of the squid was filled with fine juices containing the ocean's wonders.
"Hoh, so I suppose you're quite the strong group then," Kawata said with a sharp glint in his eyes. "I wonder what you're doing in Atlanta. Since it's pretty obvious you're not from around here. I would have heard about it long ago if strong people were wandering the streets in rather vibrant armour."
Lachlan chuckled slightly along with the rest of the group. Flynn took the lead in the conversation in Lachlan's stead. "You certainly wouldn't be wrong. We're indeed not from Atlanta, to be honest, we aren't even from America. We're from Australia and if you want to know how we got here just take a couple of steps outside the restaurant look in the sky."
The chef wearing white cooking clothes turned towards the group with wide eyes of shock. "Boss, they're called Bloodied Wings. An organisation that even possesses the abilities to go toe to toe against the three Guardians. They're well known for their research results as well as the fact that they're able to defeat intelligent beasts."
"Hoh, so you're the infamous Bloodied Wings, I've heard quite a bit about you from family and friends," Kawata said as he nodded his head slowly. Kawate slowly tilted his head from side to side, looking slightly upwards while he still managed to work swiftly on the food. "I wonder, do you have a place for a Japanese restaurant on that island?"
"Oh, are you thinking of joining us then?" Flynn asked curiously. If they managed to get themselves another professional cook, they would absolutely start a small food court for when the students start rolling in. This way, the students would be able to enjoy life whenever they aren't training.
"Well I certainly wouldn't mind coming on board. Granted, I'll certainly need some time to prepare for that. It doesn't take a couple of seconds to just pack up and leave after all," Kawata explained calmly with a slight nod. "Also if I'm able to create a branch on that island it'll certainly cause for some great advertisement."
"Seems you have a lot of trust in our organisation," Flynn said. Kawata currently shouldn't know anything about their academy, he hadn't yet mentioned it to him. Therefore, it should be due to his trust in their reputation that they've managed to lure in his skills.
"Indeed, not to mention you've also allied yourself with I'm guessing Risky Miners and Fancy Fashion. Granted, I've got to hand it to your group, it's quite the impressive feat to get those two collaborating with on another," Kawata complimented. "As for how I know. Well, it's never a bad idea to keep your ear perked at all times."
Thinking back a bit, Flynn realised that he had mentioned the deals before. He mentioned it when he came into the restaurant and sat down. "Well, seems we've got to remember that we're currently surrounded by people. Some of which, might not have the friendliest of intents behind their presence."
The group nodded. Kawata continued on with an add-on to the explanation. "Also, it's never a bad idea to have multiple ears scattered around the city. Eyes as well."
"Oh, we'll take that advice into mind then," Flynn responded. He attempted to keep his ears perked for any information, however, his senses clearly weren't' high enough. In comparison though, most of the group wouldn't e able to do it as they seek information concerning their lives. The position of everyone in a room, what they might be carrying as well as how their mental state is currently going.
Granted, the mental state is more so for people currently going through a fury of anger. Shouting and resorting to violence instead of negotiation. Attacking both completely innocent bystanders alongside defensive forces.
The group swiftly finished their meals before Flynn left his number for Kawata. When they went to pay, Kawate rejected their payment as a sign of goodwill. They left the restaurant shortly after before heading back to the island to relax and possibly sleep.
Some of them spent hours searching the cities of suitable plots of land while others spent hours making proper deals. In the end however, they were all currently a bit exhausted mentally. Physically, they could fight for a few more days without rest.
Lachlan swiftly analysed all the grunts before him and scoffed. It wasn't an understatement to say that just about anyone could beat them if they had a weapon on them.Their group all stood up, standing in front of Marie and forming a defensive wall. They didn't exactly want to just lash out at some thugs, they were attempting to build an academy, they needed to work on their reputation. It wouldn't look good if the founders of the academy had short tempers. Find authorized novels in Webnovelfaster updates, better experiencePlease click for visiting. Flynn stepped forward to mediate the situation in a professional manner. He raised his hand; his face was composed and calm. Unlike most, he knew that portraying an expression of awkwardness or weakness will prove fatal to a group of gang members. "I wonder what our friend could have done to displease you all so much. After all, she is just a small girl, I don't think you would want to be known as the gang that only bullies little girls. Do you?"Flynn took the initiative to take the high ground in the conversation. Although, this only caused the gang members to lash out angrily with insults. The leader raised his arm horizontally to silence his crew before talking. "Well, your little friend there also happened to insult our boss greatly. Calling the tribal tattoo he has on his forearm the mark of a weakling."The group turned to Marie and raised an eyebrow, gesturing for an explanation. Marie chuckled awkwardly as she scratched her head. "Well, it's true. The tribal tattoo he has comes from the small native American tribe located along the border of Canada. It's the tattoo given to the weakest in their tribe, it's given to the weakest to push that person further in life through hardship.""There it is again, that bullshit mumble-jumble. Obviously, our leader's tribal tattoo means brave warrior, that's what he explained to us and I would say that he was far greater knowledge of his own tribe than you, little girl," The leader of the group scoffed angrily. "Now, hand her over and no one gets hurt.""How about you come over and get it?" Lachlan asked sarcastically. The group showed no signs of budging, their feet were firmly planted into the ground. By doing it this way, they wouldn't be seen as bullies if they managed to just completely block off the gang members without using violence.The gang members grunted before dashing forwards, their metal bats raised high in the air as they ran forward.However, a shout was heard from behind the table. "Stop this at once!" The voice was powerful, it was coarse and rough but extremely fluid, a voice belonging to that of a calm and composed warrior.The group's heads turned at once to find the source. What they discovered was the chef in black attire staring at the gang members with cold and sharp eyes. They were dark brown, almost black and pierced right through the bodies of the gang members.The one leading the gang members was shaking nonstop as the members behind him all collapsed to their knees, their heads facing the ground as though they had already given up on life with their emotionless eyes. The leader of the members looked fearfully at the chef. "Who the hell are you? What the hell did you just do?"The chef walked back around the table, giving off a chilling aura that overwhelmed the entire gang. Their bodies were shivering nonstop, they felt as though they were in the mouth of a beast. Slowly walking closer, one step at a time the chef explained in a deep and commanding voice. "Who are you to ask the questions? You come into my peaceful restaurant to disrupt the atmosphere and still have the courage to ask questions. Did you not look at the sign on your way in?"One of the gang members stumbled and crawled his way to the door where he managed to get a glimpse of the sign. His expression changed to horror as he turned back to face the chef, his mouth opening and closing with no words coming out. Finally, the member managed to speak. "B-b-boss, we-we're currently at Odayakana Doragon!"The leader of the small squad of gang members looked back towards the chef with horror in his eyes, he felt as though his very soul was sucked from his body. He swiftly got into a grovelling position by the chef's feet. "We're incredibly sorry for intruding! Please spare our lives!""Oh, so you still have the guts to ask for demands," The chef said chillingly as he squatted down next to the small squad gang leader. He spoke with confidence as he chuckled coldly. "Even your boss wouldn't ask for any demands from me. What gives you the right?"The small squad gang leader truly felt final sap of his life get sucked from his body. He collapsed on the group, completely unconscious. The other members stared with wide sunken eyes, they stumbled and tumbled to the door before bursting into a sprint in all directions once they were out.The chef turned back towards the group, he clasped his hands before bowing. "Incredibly sorry for that disturbance, I do hope you can sit back down and finish your meals, it would be sad for there to be such a waste. Also, you won't have to worry about that gang ever coming after your little friend again, we'll make sure of that."Although the sound was only faint, Lachlan and the others were able to hear a couple of dozen people just dash away. The footsteps were almost completely silent, the chef's eyes widened at the reaction of the group. Their eyes were darting towards the direction of where his subordinates were. 'Hm, they don't appear to be the most ordinary of people.'The chef returned to his station, he welcomes the new guests with open arms as the previous people on the table had left, creating the perfect amount of room. Marie, Flynn, and Chloe all picked up the menu and started ordering their food.Marie ordered Agedashi Tofu, Flynn got himself a serving of Chawan Mushi while Chloe ordered Miso Soup. The two chefs immediately got to work, their skills in the kitchen were superb. They flowed steadily, preparing the ingredients one second before cooking it the next.They pulled out a few more cut-outs on the stove, revealing a steamer as well as a saucepan. They started placing the ingredients in one after the other. The aroma filled the room mixing and fusing with the aroma of the other dishes being cooked elsewhere in the room.Lachlan was constantly staring at the chef. His eyes darting between him and the screen in front of him.--------------------------------------------------------Name: Kawata Shozo HumanAge: 69 ElderSoul Contracts: 1/5Compatibility: Snakes LowSTR: 43, AGI: 38, VIT: 7INT: 23, PER: 32, WIL: 25Weakness: Deteriorating Body, Fragile Muscles & Bones, Weak DefenceStrengths: Martial Arts Master, Close Quarter Combat Specialist, Flexibility Level 4--------------------------------------------------------Although old, Lachlan had to give it to the oldie, his stats were still beyond most humans. To the point where it's almost scary. How strong could he have been in his prime when he's this strong during his weakened stage.Kawata noticed Lachlan staring at him. He gave a quick glance with a slight smile before starting to talk as he continued to work. "You know, I'm quite curious as to how you were so confident in your abilities in standing up against those gang members.""Well, I suppose they aren't the first gang we've fought before. However, I can confidently say they were certainly aren't the biggest," Lachlan explained as he took another bite of his Tokayaki. The doughy goodness filled his mouth before getting washed away with the taste of the ocean from the thinly sliced squid.Although Lachlan wasn't sure where they managed to get themselves squid, he would say it was clearly the best squid he's ever tasted. It had a slightly chewy texture; however, the inside of the squid was filled with fine juices containing the ocean's wonders."Hoh, so I suppose you're quite the strong group then," Kawata said with a sharp glint in his eyes. "I wonder what you're doing in Atlanta. Since it's pretty obvious you're not from around here. I would have heard about it long ago if strong people were wandering the streets in rather vibrant armour."Lachlan chuckled slightly along with the rest of the group. Flynn took the lead in the conversation in Lachlan's stead. "You certainly wouldn't be wrong. We're indeed not from Atlanta, to be honest, we aren't even from America. We're from Australia and if you want to know how we got here just take a couple of steps outside the restaurant look in the sky."The chef wearing white cooking clothes turned towards the group with wide eyes of shock. "Boss, they're called Bloodied Wings. An organisation that even possesses the abilities to go toe to toe against the three Guardians. They're well known for their research results as well as the fact that they're able to defeat intelligent beasts.""Hoh, so you're the infamous Bloodied Wings, I've heard quite a bit about you from family and friends," Kawata said as he nodded his head slowly. Kawate slowly tilted his head from side to side, looking slightly upwards while he still managed to work swiftly on the food. "I wonder, do you have a place for a Japanese restaurant on that island?""Oh, are you thinking of joining us then?" Flynn asked curiously. If they managed to get themselves another professional cook, they would absolutely start a small food court for when the students start rolling in. This way, the students would be able to enjoy life whenever they aren't training."Well I certainly wouldn't mind coming on board. Granted, I'll certainly need some time to prepare for that. It doesn't take a couple of seconds to just pack up and leave after all," Kawata explained calmly with a slight nod. "Also if I'm able to create a branch on that island it'll certainly cause for some great advertisement.""Seems you have a lot of trust in our organisation," Flynn said. Kawata currently shouldn't know anything about their academy, he hadn't yet mentioned it to him. Therefore, it should be due to his trust in their reputation that they've managed to lure in his skills."Indeed, not to mention you've also allied yourself with I'm guessing Risky Miners and Fancy Fashion. Granted, I've got to hand it to your group, it's quite the impressive feat to get those two collaborating with on another," Kawata complimented. "As for how I know. Well, it's never a bad idea to keep your ear perked at all times."Thinking back a bit, Flynn realised that he had mentioned the deals before. He mentioned it when he came into the restaurant and sat down. "Well, seems we've got to remember that we're currently surrounded by people. Some of which, might not have the friendliest of intents behind their presence."The group nodded. Kawata continued on with an add-on to the explanation. "Also, it's never a bad idea to have multiple ears scattered around the city. Eyes as well.""Oh, we'll take that advice into mind then," Flynn responded. He attempted to keep his ears perked for any information, however, his senses clearly weren't' high enough. In comparison though, most of the group wouldn't e able to do it as they seek information concerning their lives. The position of everyone in a room, what they might be carrying as well as how their mental state is currently going.Granted, the mental state is more so for people currently going through a fury of anger. Shouting and resorting to violence instead of negotiation. Attacking both completely innocent bystanders alongside defensive forces.The group swiftly finished their meals before Flynn left his number for Kawata. When they went to pay, Kawate rejected their payment as a sign of goodwill. They left the restaurant shortly after before heading back to the island to relax and possibly sleep.Some of them spent hours searching the cities of suitable plots of land while others spent hours making proper deals. In the end however, they were all currently a bit exhausted mentally. Physically, they could fight for a few more days without rest.
