Getting his humble Canaria back had been a most satisfying event. Kenji was in a splendid mood and though he had been quite happy in this city on multiple occasions, this feeling of having his precious Canaria back really took the cake.
It was magnificent, finally feeling like himself again. His deep gray eyes were visibly shining, something that they rarely did. It was wonderful, walking around, feeling Canaria’s weight every step he took. Finally, he felt like he could do things the proper way again. He would be able to properly punish people for their misbehavior and actually fight people who considered him an enemy. His skills had never left him, after all.
The first one to get a taste of his humble original was a commoner who had tried to jump him, in an attempt to beat him up and rob him blind, doubtlessly. Kenji didn’t like that at all and reacted promptly. If the guy wasn’t dead, he was at least severely wounded, though this entire ‘fight’ left the banchou feeling somewhat empty.
The first song Canaria sang for him hadn’t been as satisfying as he hoped it’d be.
Canaria wasn’t to blame, though. It was the commoner: He was too weak to make Canaria sing properly.
Kenji threw a last glance at the commoner who was spread out on the concrete, slowly bleeding out. This wasn’t worth his time, it wasn’t worth calling any medical personnel for either: Nothing of value was lost here.
The banchou wanted to leave, but as he turned his head, he stood face to face with an explosive looking teen. Eyebrows at 80 degrees, sharp, bright orange eyes, spiky hair that looked near unnatural and a costume more outlandish than his own. Really, superheroes? Though this kid looked a little more villainous than what one might expect of a hero.
The kind of expression on the boy’s face clearly demonstrated that he did not approve of what had just gone down.
“Please, move aside. There’s nothing to see here. This was a small conflict between my humble self and this man.”
