Dem's Fightan' Words!
Most people think of Tengu as ever vigilant and alert, and they, for the most part, do nothing to dissuade this notion. Still, accidents are known to happen, and Daichi was no exception. While walking through the Great Market with an armful of fresh and clean paper and ink jars, he was momentarily distracted by a young Tengu woman bending over to more closely examine a merchant’s wares, and ran straight into another male Karasu. The papers immediately scattered to the four Winds, and, much to the Senior Editor’s horror, on batch of ink had splattered up onto the victim of his accidental collision.
“Oh, by the Winds, I am so sorry, Honored,” Daichi started and bowed immediately. “Entirely my fault, and I will happily pay for damages!” As he straightened up, his eyes automatically went to where most people’s eyes would normally be located. Oddly enough, at least to his perspective, he found himself staring at the other man’s chin. Daichi’s head rose a few more degrees to finally find the Tengu’s face and realization dawned with a force that made him gasp.
“You’re… You’re him! You’re Editor in Chief Ren Tsubame!” he all but hollered. “I… I’ve read your paper since I was a hatchling!” Of course, the child-like elation was short lived, as Daichi realized that he just dumped ink on a Tengu known for his immense physical strength and ability to break people in half with his bare hands. Some even called him a hawk. “I apologized already, right? If I didn’t, I’m very sorry, and will happily pay for damages. Please forgive me, Honored!”
Some first impressions were better than others.