I see you've decided to pick up my tab. [Open]

[EgzINC]

"Coooooooooome on eeeereybody!"

The man jumped from his seat, alcohol rained form his breath onto the people around the restaurant attempting to enjoy their meal. He was moments away form making a complete ass of himself in front of citizens he never knew existed. The shinobi in the bar itself seemed to not even want to get themselves involved in stopping this man or throwing him out. Waitresses stepped up in attempts to stop him but all proved futile to his stubbornness to be just an ass.

"I sayin- I say! I'ma just tryin to be happeh ya know?

-Hey, dooooooes anyone wanna see my sward!"

The man grabbed a rusty katana from his sheath that seemed battered and old, the blade appeared to have never touched a rag or any type of cleaning cloth. "I coulda been in dat them group with ol Miko here! This lady treats me right." He nearly lost his balance pointing his finger to his blade, he began to swing it around carelessly, he was now becoming a clear danger to everyone in the bar. At this point nobody dared speak or go near him, his hand met the collar of a nearby waitress giving her the deadliest of looks. "Whyn you not listinin to mah stories baby... I bet youd love to see muh snake!" He threw her to the table and attempted to prod her clothes from her body. People now feared for the woman's life and the shinobi were only thinking of ways to get the woman to safety without putting her in harm.

"When you hold a blade, you better know how to fucking use it if you wanna wave it around like some dickless fuck."

"Eeeeeeh who the fnuck is tryin that shit!"

As the man turned around to see who was mocking him on his endeavors he found that his arm was sliced clean off, however it was not the one holding the rusted katana. "You've long forgotten how to use that, so you only need one arm and hand." The drunk fell down and started to scream out in pain, a variety of curse words fell from his lips. "FNuck! You cut my fucking arm off! I'm gonna kill you, bastard!" Before he could make a move to strike his chest was met with the foot of the one who cleaved his arm off. The man had a cold and vicious look in his eyes that held no remorse for the living, his crimson eyes pierced down causing hearts to freeze and cease.

"You sure as hell can't touch my Ginryu with a blade like that, and you sure as hell can't touch me." He moved his other hand to the drunk grabbing him by the collar, he skewered the arm at the tip of his Ginryu blade bringing them both to the door. He heaved the two to the ground into the misty land of the village. "If you're lucky you can find someone to reattach that arm. Get the hell out of here before I take your head off you sick bastard." He barely took a moment to see if the man had run, instead he went inside and took himself a booth in the restaurant kicking his feet up to the table. The waitress that had her life saved came by him and tried to thank him, "Sweetheart all I need is drink and food, that guy was on my nerves I don't really give a damn if he wanted to stick that pencil dick in you. Though if your intent on being grateful, keep my Sake fresh when its brought to me."

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