A Very Cold Memory

"..., What a fuckin pain. It's so cold", the bandit whined as he was seen traversing the white plains of the Iron Country.

Katsuragi's attire consists of a Yakuta black leather jacket, altered to that of a vest. The inner workings still functional with no hindrance. Underneath his vest, he wears a thick navy blue hoodie. His belt is black leather, designer's choice, with an overlapping LV emblem as a buckle. Attached to the right side of his belt, a knife holster to which Bushranger(An ANT knife) rested in. The locking strapped to keep it in the holster was buttoned in, although easily retrievable with a willful draw. Behind, were attached two weapon pouches with various tools and such for assistance. His pouches are covered by his hoodie, but are still accessible with ease. His pants being that of a fresh pair of black stretch jeans with ankle zippers located on the lower inside section of the pants. His boots on his feet also being solid black of a leather material with an emblem labeled "EU", it's made of metal stitched to the tongue of the boots. His hair, still vivid, was a solid dark purple. He also sports a full beard. His hair in contrast with his pale skin, however, his arms torso and hands bore a mural of mostly assorted prison tattoos; all black ink in color. His most notable tattoo, aside from his spiderweb tattoos that indicate that he has served time in Pelican Island, was his Jashinist Symbol that is stamped on the right side of his neck. He himself stood at a height of 6'2 feet with a thin frame. His other tools and such were also assorted evenly along his attire, given no hint to their whereabouts yet allowed him easy access with a little bit of technique due to his skill with the hidden arms technique.

His crossbow, Mugger's Mark(An ANT Crossbow), is held against his back with an adjustable rope strap that wrapped around his torso, right shoulder to the lower left side of his torso. Tied in such a way for easy retrieval. HIs time spent in the more tropical climates made him soft when faced with the tundra like climate of the Iron country. He was here on business of course, still making his way to the hidden fight ring where he would establish a trade route from here back to Tanzaku Town. The Hashimoto Family admired the work of Katsuragi, aiding them in recovering from a volatile year. speaking of every changing, his alignment with the family started to wane, questioning on whether or not all this would pay off. In truth of it all, Katsuragi just felt so alone most of the time.

Ever since he got out of prison, his time served in the infamous Pelican Island, he found himself bounce from one crew to another. Be it boosting Carriages from the tranist company, owned by Sakura Corp, or the pilfering the remaining medical warehouses once operated by Den enterprise. He stops in his tracks, stretching his back to ease the pain caused by the excessive coldness of the Iron Country.

It would have been easier if he wasn't at it alone, hence why he joined the Hashimoto family. At a time, it worked. He was wanted, and used. But in the end, it all seemed like a chore. His thoughts pause for a moment, a fond memory of a certain person eased into his mind.

Raleth...

The gentle giant of the the sand village, the only one who gave a fuck about him. He never admitted out loud, nor would he admit it to the face of Raleth should he see him again... but he really missed working at that teashop of his. He learned so much about tea. How to make it, grow it, sling it...

He never would have thought that making tea for that bastard would be so peaceful, in fact, he did the job for quite a long time. Perhaps that was why he enjoyed it. It was steady, easy, and most of all, something that he wanted to do not something he had to do. Perhaps in the future, just maybe if the MaDKat was still breathing and not 6 feet under, could he open up his own shop...

"Yeah... my own spot. With women, cushion seats, snacks, and INDOOR smoking too! Mhmm! I'd grow the best recreational herbs ever! Oh OH maybe a pool too, to float the tea to other people too, like on a lily pad or some shit.", he smiles while continuing his journey towards the fighting ring while talking to himself about a business plan.
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TWC/ 778, 778 words towards Tank V7.2, Previous Training

Katsuragi wrote:TWC/ 778, 778 words towards Tank V7.2, Previous Training

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