by Guest Tue Jul 07, 2020 12:45 amTatsuya arrived back in Debon the place of his birth and childhood with no fanfare. Not like any had been expected. Who was gonna throw a party for the return of some homeless punk? That was alright though, everyone he knew from Debon was dead anyway. No, the reason he had come back today was for a mission that sounded right up Tatsuya’s alley. His smooth black hair was tied back in a tail that went down past his shoulders and he wore his usual attire a black suit jacket and dress pants over a white button-up shirt with the first few buttons undone, black leather gloves on his hands, the right one bearing the seal to store his puppet, steel-toed shoes, and a patch over his left eye. He was armed, of course, but preferred to keep such things hidden until they were needed. The village, always starving for cash being the relatively boondock-y place that it was, had decided they were going to construct a fighting arena to draw in the bloodthirsty money-spending crowd. This sounded like a great idea to Tatsuya who already loved kicking ass and would be excited for more ways to earn money doing so.
He’d make his way over to the area they had cleared out for the arena. A skeleton of the building had already been constructed and it looked like it was going to be an open-air colosseum deal. That made sense you didn’t normally fight in a basement unless you had to hide it. This was supposed to be a massive money-making endeavour for the town so there was no reason for them not to make it as over the top as possible.
Tatsuya would get to work with the construction, nailing shit and things like that. Mostly he would start talking with some of the other people who were there. Construction workers tended to be pretty tough themselves and a few of them were almost as excited as Tatsuya for when the arena would be finished and they could fight for riches and glory. Once they were done with work for the day Tatsuya would treat them all to some of the swill this town passed-off as liquor.
A few rounds later things had degenerated from excited shouting to arm wrestling contests, to wrestling on the bar floor, to Tatsuya hitting some guy in the back of the head with a chair. In other words, a good time was had by all. After paying for the chair Tatsuya retired for the evening. If anyone had any idea who he was they hadn’t mentioned it and Tatsuya wouldn’t have it any other way. He’d had a fun time with his little home-coming and would spend a few more days helping the townspeople out with building the arena before he was called back to the village on more pressing matters.
He’d make his way over to the area they had cleared out for the arena. A skeleton of the building had already been constructed and it looked like it was going to be an open-air colosseum deal. That made sense you didn’t normally fight in a basement unless you had to hide it. This was supposed to be a massive money-making endeavour for the town so there was no reason for them not to make it as over the top as possible.
Tatsuya would get to work with the construction, nailing shit and things like that. Mostly he would start talking with some of the other people who were there. Construction workers tended to be pretty tough themselves and a few of them were almost as excited as Tatsuya for when the arena would be finished and they could fight for riches and glory. Once they were done with work for the day Tatsuya would treat them all to some of the swill this town passed-off as liquor.
A few rounds later things had degenerated from excited shouting to arm wrestling contests, to wrestling on the bar floor, to Tatsuya hitting some guy in the back of the head with a chair. In other words, a good time was had by all. After paying for the chair Tatsuya retired for the evening. If anyone had any idea who he was they hadn’t mentioned it and Tatsuya wouldn’t have it any other way. He’d had a fun time with his little home-coming and would spend a few more days helping the townspeople out with building the arena before he was called back to the village on more pressing matters.