Nathan O'Myer's Story

“And now you stay down, like the little insect you are.” A large, bulky man stood over the fallen American. Bruised and scratched the young man glared up from his kneeling position.

“You messed with the wrong group, American. You shouldn't have sought out a brawl with us.” The tall man spat on the ground, inches next to the American's position.

“At least I'm not the ass-hole who couldn't approach me without his herd of monkeys.” The man chuckled under his heavy breathing, rising up from the kneeling position he was first in. “Hell, where I come from, we settle bullshit one on one.”

The leader nodded at his minions, telling them to back down. “Fair enough, I can handle one little American egocentric ant.” 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. “I haven't got the time to play with a little kid.” 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. “I'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?” The American exclaimed, calmly. Walking away from the back alley as the leader's minions watched in awe, and fear.

“Don't just stare! Attack!” A sudden, three unarmed fellows launched themselves on the one who had beaten up their leader. Another chuckle left the American's mouth. “I told you dumb fucks, to leave me alone!”

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.

“Was nice doing business with y'all!” The man called out as he continued his way. “And that is number two for today... It's like every delinquent in this town wants me dead or something...”

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. “And I thought you wanted me to become an American soldier, Dad.” He shrugged, making his way through the streets, no real goal, just wandering.

Awaiting the store owner, Nathan hang around the counter, occasionally glaring at each and every object that was sold. Just your generic food store, small but profitable. The radio was cracking, loudly. Occasionally playing music, or news flashes.

Speaking of a news flash. Okinawa had probably the most, odd, and out of the ordinary news. “Probably an 'Asian' thing.” He muttered under his breath. Ah, Okinawa was most likely living of these delinquent group attack things. Nathan couldn't complain, as it gave the man something to ponder about.

After having paid the owner for the can of soda, Nathan stepped outside and began to plan his day. Though choices to make... “Can't be bothered to return to the family.” He said, as he opened his soda and took a sip from it.

And thus, the majority of his time was spend wandering the city. Occasionally stopping for a blank stare at something interesting. Sometimes even glare with that 'serious business' look, at the local delinquents. All small fries of course.

“I could always try to entertain myself with some more delinquent-beat-em-up. I've been on a spree since morning anyway...” The man stopped in his tracks, trying to find that supposed shrine he heard about.

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The American found his way, By asking many directions! and carefully entered the shrine's territory. All that was present was a possible shrine maiden, although a tad odd looking for one. (Probably that staff she was carrying on her?) And a young man, rather muscled, and carrying a sword.

Nathan just stared at blank space for a moment, before actually stepping inside and just pretend to admire the construction.

"I'd rather not ask your business…but better yet, its' nature, foreigner: do you wish to do anything malevolent to this shrine?"

The man who had been conversing with the shrine maiden, approached Nathan. A weird question, for someone who is a stranger. Plus the fact that a more proper conversation starter would be 'Hi, my name is ….' But that'd probably be too much to ask.

The American was curious though. 'Anything malevolent', meant he'd suspected Nathan from doing something bad, or there was something going on, for realzies!

“Eh... Hello. Hi! No, I am not planning on breaking anything in this shrine. I could, but unlike my fellow, generic Americans, I do not tend to enter a shrine, just to rob it from all its worth, nor destroy it.” Nathan answered, rather dryly to be exact.

“Why'd you ask? Is someone planning on attempting a 'malevolent' deed on this shrine?” Talking fancy wasn't at all Nate's strong point. But hell, he might as well do it for the sake of keeping this guy as a potential friend/ally. Everyone else in town seemed to be after his arse already, and one slip could mean this guy would attempt to do the same.

“If so, I'd be willing to... lend assistance if need be. I'm here to peacefully kill time, but if someone wants to wreck some shit, I'll gladly shove my boot up their ugly faces for even attempting it.” The American glared with his regular blank stare at the man. “Introductions? The name's Nathan.”

He found it awkward enough that someone had to approach him, might as well make it more so by getting some introduction thing, going.

Oh dear sweet mother of- The only thing that led Nathan to this shrine was a newsflash, not some fictional higher power. Last time he checked, he wasn't attached to any strings. Both literally and figuratively speaking.

And then, another bloke showed up. Although this guy was quite different then the swordsman. “... help you guys out.” He had said, sure. If by helping out, he meant taking hits until those attackers were exhausted, be his guess. Nonetheless, you don't judge pissing books by their cover.

“Very Well: We Four shall stand together for now. First person to betray this new, temporary truce will end up in the hospital for three months at minimum. A year if I'm angry.”

“I can live with that.” Nathan retorted, waving the threat off like the many he had heard today. “Just make sure that if you're the one breaking the truce; These boots leave a serious mark, thought you'd care to know.” The American gestured to his plated boots, his expression as bland as ever.

Anyway, he was fine with anything, Nathan did not need to be either defence. Just, a defence. Or, more or less offensive defence. Any weak-minded mongrel trying to rip something while he's nearby, would go ahead with broken limbs, concussions, and must likely months worth of coughing up blood.

Bishounen. Really? Nathan doesn't hit girls, although for these he'd make an exception. “Now if only I had a lighter...” Some rumour that make-up was inflammable or something. Too bad he couldn't test that epic theory in the name of SCIENCE!.

“I guess cracking a few bones here and there will suffice as much.” The American quickly cocked his head from left to right, loudly cracking it as the first group of man-ladies rushed up towards their technically 'outnumbered' team. Ha! Aren't these suckers are in for a treat!

Hmm, Nathan wouldn't be having one bit of trouble apparently. Only one of those make-up wearing monkeys came running towards him. He probably had taken the wrong spot to guard. Guess bishounen aren't that girly to be fond of flowers then. A steel pipe rose high above the freak's head as it spouted out words that did not at all reach the American's inner ear.

Probably thought Nathan was the easiest target, seeing as he appears unarmed. And no muscle to back up a fearsome soldier status. Without a single comment, or taunting exclaimed towards his approaching victim, the soldier assumed a steady yet calm stance.

A strong hand stretched out, and attempted to cling itself onto the bishounen's head. Hoping to pull the poor man-lady near Nathan who had already raised his right leg to shove a knee into the victim's ribs...