the schedule of appointments for the day, when he heard somebody scream. He
looked outside the window and saw a madman with a knife chasing one of the
regulars at his shop. Souta quickly opened the door to yanked her in, quickly closing it
before the madman quickly entered the building. Good thing the door was rather
sturdy, otherwise the guy would've quickly busted it open or something. Loud bangs
pierced our ears. The door had a visible imprint quickly rising out of it. "Is that guy
insane?" exclaimed Souta, as he tried to quickly block the door with as many pieces
of furniture you could whisper in two minutes. But the door finally gave its final
words and quickly busted open, wishing luck and survival.
fighting arena. With nothing to do but run Souta attempted to convince the
customer to stand up and leave with haste, but this idea was frankly idiotic.
The woman was too entranced with the muscles the robber had.
Or perhaps it was how cute the muscular dude looked with her
purse draped over his bulging shoulder. Regardless, she refused.
Most likely because she wanted to see whether he was truly as
chiseled as a statue up close. Not willing to leave with haste without her, he
continued to hastily drag her towards the exit. Pausing for a moment to catch his breath
while the robber buried his large muscles in the safe where Souta kept all his money.
Souta took this time to drag the customer even closer to the door, or lack there
of. Unfortunately for him, the robber had collected all the money from the safe and
lost interest in plundering further. The robber picked up the barber scissors and
threw them with surprising accuracy, and hitting Souta in the leg. The immense
pain this induced, caused him to fall over and grab his leg. Like a child who just
stubbed their toe, Souta hissed and his face contorted with a glare, a grimace, and
a grin? Without hesitating any longer, the robber sprinted towards Souta and accidentally
thrust the knife towards the lungs instead of the heart, but right before he
dealt the possibly finishing blow, everything stopped. And Souta was left there
staring at the point of the knife one millimeter from puncturing his lungs.
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