This was even more prominent in the prequel series Osomatsu-kunwhere the rest of the brothers would go after the attacker if one brother got hit. In a way this is the initial premise of Sakende Yaruze! Because Shino is his father Nakaya at seventeen seeks him out hoping to form a familial relationship, and they do begin to grow close, but they're often at odds with one another and how they are supposed to act.
I mumbled empty threats and he believed me, although he probably heard the fear in my tremble ling voice. As said, not the brightest. Puffed up my chest, attempting to make up for lack of height and hostility.
The moment I told him that I wanted to be a part of the company, he fumbled and excuse about not having enough room, the little liar. I simply scoffed at him and the poor boy juju med to his feet, attempting to take a hit at me. I lepta over the edge of the wagon and ran to the e leader of the company who I had noticed earlier.
Once had explained my intentions, I gave e him a curtsy, recited a couple of lines and added in a fake name. I spent the e next couple weeks showing off and tormenting that poor boy Peter until I grew tired of him. I avow died the best could situations that betrayed who I really was.
At first Peter seemed to suspense CT something but soon he grew bored decided that he was simply jealous. I did, however, have a close encounter just the other day.
We were writing letters in the back of the wagon to be sent if at our next stop. I decided to have a little fun and tease him a bit but it backfired.
Before I knew it, he held in his hands my letter and I knew by the look on his face that he had read the ad dress I was sending it to. I unwillingly opened my eyes, allowing myself time to adjust to the grey, dim light of the newborn sun.
However, before could register anything else, heard a voice just over my shoulder. Panic spread throughout my body and I could pr statically taste the adrenaline as the boy behind me whispered threats.
I looked over my should err and I almost laughed out loud. Although I did briefly see a dagger in his hand, the boy was tiny. He was not at all intimidating and he obviously knew it because he puffed up his chest in a f bible attempt to look bigger.
The boy did, however, take me rather off guard when he said he wanted to join the company. I told the kid that there was no more room and I thought he believe d me until he smiled and said was lying. Bolted up but he nimbly ducked my punch and gig ogled to himself as he dove off of the wagon.
The boy ran directly to Mr. Despond who was w gashing himself at the pump. Confused, I followed the kid. He explained to the man that he want deed to join the company and dropped into a beautiful curtsy which I did not see coming. He r cited a couple lines and Mr.
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