βYou messed with the wrong group, American. You shouldn't have sought out a brawl with us.β The tall man spat on the ground, inches next to the American's position.
βAt least I'm not the ass-hole who couldn't approach me without his herd of monkeys.β The man chuckled under his heavy breathing, rising up from the kneeling position he was first in. βHell, where I come from, we settle bullshit one on one.β
The leader nodded at his minions, telling them to back down. βFair enough, I can handle one little American egocentric ant.β And with that, the guy rushed at the American, raising the wooden sword as he did so.
The young man smirked, taking his stance to grab the opponents wrist. βI haven't got the time to play with a little kid.β At that moment, the large delinquent forcefully lowered his weapon, only for his wrist to be grabbed, and a heavy punch on the right side of his lower jaw.
Backenbrecher (German: Jaw Crusher)
In a flash, the leader was slammed onto the ground. He was now, the little insect squirming on the filthy street. βI'll assume you've learned the lesson. Now the next time you spot me, and I hope for you I don't see you, you'll just casually take another route, okay?β The American exclaimed, calmly. Walking away from the back alley as the leader's minions watched in awe, and fear.
βDon't just stare! Attack!β A sudden, three unarmed fellows launched themselves on the one who had beaten up their leader. Another chuckle left the American's mouth. βI told you dumb fucks, to leave me alone!β
With one slip, the man raised his left leg, and swept it to the sides, turning 360 degrees before allowing his limb to safely touch the ground. The three man simultaneously feel to the ground, reaching for air, while holding onto their ribs in fear of them turning to dust.
βWas nice doing business with y'all!β The man called out as he continued his way. βAnd that is number two for today... It's like every delinquent in this town wants me dead or something...β
This guy, was Nathan O'Myer. The American who has recently moved to Okinawa for no apparent reason. Parents thought it would be a good thing for him and his siblings I suppose. βAnd I thought you wanted me to become an American soldier, Dad.β He shrugged, making his way through the streets, no real goal, just wandering.