"Alright Satoya, have fun!" Rayna said while grabbing the steering wheel and waving her other hand. Rayna was the responsible person, or well, quote on quote responsible. Although she was often doing softball pitching – worst on the team by the way. She is also extremely prone to keeping order, thanks to her rich background. Like seriously? Her father has a net worth of 4.5 billion Alikurs.
"Satoya! If you die, can I have your GameRetroPlay account!?" Isaac shouted, he was holding his phone out, while from what Satoya can tell, he was holding down Edward's head. He can also see Shizune slumped over the backseat, trying her best to wave at him.
"Isaac! Don't break his confidence!" Rayna scolded before closing the window of the passenger seat. "Satoya! Don't die! You are literally built like a generic Okamuraese dude!" Edward remarked. In a more specific explanation by what he meant, the term Generic Okamuraese physique is a stereotype, which is probably considered racism, but the physique is just a skinny dude, not due to being severely unhealthy, but due to genetics.
Lastly, the car drove off, with Satoya blankly glaring at the car, holding the Regulator licensed katana by the sheathe. "Oh sh** I forgot to put on the uniform.. Wait.. did they even give me a Regulator uniform?" He thought for a second, trying to remember, then ultimately shrugged it off.
They didn't give me a uniform… This isn't illegal right? Surely? I mean I've seen Elite rank Regulators who don't wear their uniform— Wait, it's probably because they are Elite ranks, ahhhh damn it..
Satoya walked through the mall door, and was perplexed by the fact that nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. Well, I guess it's because he walked into a clothing store.
So if I accidentally break something, here while fighting, do I need to pay for it? Hopefully not, I'm broke…
From the corner of his eye, he saw an employee of the clothing store frantically run to him. "Are you a Regulator!? Quick, my boss is gettin' attacked!" The employee pointed toward the center of the mall.
Satoya reluctantly nodded, and nervously rushed to the location, and saw a man who wore an expensive tuxedo adorned in blue music notes. He also had a well maintained slicked back hair, somewhat reminding Satoya of Ludwig Azure.
"Huh? Regulator ain't it?" The man spoke with a hard accent.
Near the man, several people were unconscious, a woman's head was smashed into the ground, blood splattered, another man was clutching onto his leg that was bent in unnatural ways.
"Was supposed to find something for my section master… Ah fuck it, bummer." He turned, smiling deviously. Satoya couldn't tell whether or not the man was furious, or disappointed.. Actually probably both.
"Anyway, I got into some unnecessary troubles, however, none of this fodder warmed me up.."
The man finally glared at Satoya, his hands relaxed. The man seemed indifferent about Satoya's presence.
"Hmm, one Regulator…?
Wait…
There is no fuckin' way.."
Satoya slowly sheathed his katana, his form was, well, unsurprisingly horrid, his hands sweaty in nervousness.
Satoya felt uneasy, noticing how the man seemed to be clenching his fist in frustration.
"You there.. What Rank– No, when did you join the Regulators Committee?" The man demanded, his eyebrows were twitching more alarmingly.
Satoya hesitated for a second, before sheepishly answering, "Uhm… Today..?"
The man suddenly punched the concrete pillar beside him causing a large dust cloud of concrete to cover the vicinity.
It took several seconds for the dust cloud to subside. Satoya saw the man's fist poised into the pillar that now has a crater.
Did this man seriously punch a crater into a concrete pillar…?
The man was infuriated. "They are treating me as a test!? I'm gonna find the one who sent this garbage after I kill him!"
The man in a fit of rage flung himself toward Satoya, his fist cocked back preparing to annihilate him on the spot.