Unseasonal bloom | Fuji and Shiraishi
Atobe was a hard worker, but he wasn't one to flaunt that in front of everyone. More likely for him to practice in private until a move was nearly complete, or needed to be used against a strong opponent in order for him to call it complete. Just like the time he had gone and challenged Rikkaidai's Sanada without Kabaji following him even. It wasn't that there was shame in hard work; there was just no pride in doing so for the purpose of your actions being observed by others just to make yourself seem more respectable in their eyes.
It was the same here, in this city filled with faces he didn't recognise, faces that didn't recognise his greatness. Atobe had been left with none of his wealth or resources that he had held back in Japan, but the king wasn't about to let himself waste away lamenting that. No, he would get back what he deserved with his own two hands.
So it was that even after a week of working in a prestigious looking company whose interview he had passed with flying colours, he could be found working in a florists', donning a simple green apron as he cut the thorns from a bouquet of roses. Safe to say, business had increased ever since he had walked in, with a steady stream of giggling schoolgirls and heavy-lidded ladies making purchases, a fact the owner was well-pleased with. Pleased enough that she didn't seem to mind that Atobe didn't in fact greet every customer that came in along. That was below him, who reveled in attention without doing a thing.
Still, it was a far cry from his normal grandeur, even with the flowers seeming to sparkle from his endless charm. Now wouldn't it be a waste if people who had known him previously were to walk in? Although, what were the chances?
Post order: unyieldingking --> shitenbible --> counterprodigy
