Post by Natto-san on Jan 27, 2021 20:12:52 GMT -6
The setting is an early morning Satan City, where the sun is just rising over the city and the residents of the ever-glorious place are awakening and beginning their days. Of these people, are none other than one Tsukemono Natto. A young man with a knack for getting things done most oft later than sooner. A bad habit, but one that had saved his hide on a few occasions in the past. Today, at roughly six o'clock in the morning, Natto was throwing himself out of bed and dressing in some warm clothing. "It's always cold in the AM," was something of a mantra he'd grown accustomed to telling himself to. Even in the harshest of summers, Natto was sure to throw on a jacket and some thick socks to make sure he was getting himself any sicker than he need be. He was no fool, though, as the young man knew to pack a backpack with a change of clothes so he could make himself comfortable on the go. Today's outfit was simple; A snapback hat with the katakana "ツ" embroidered on it. His mama had sewn it on the last time he left it over at his folks' place, as a means of making it identifiable. She'd always done nice things like that, though he used to detest when she'd go as far as to sew it onto the backs of his underwears. This one he didn't mind, as he felt it was something sort of trendy and unique to himself. Besides the cap, Natto threw on his old jacket. A faded yellow and green ensemble, and jeans that were tucked in on the bottoms into a pair of thick socks. Canvas kicks on each foot, as the man was out the door...and onto his bike.
See, Natto was a paperboy for the city. Known for boasting some real speed on his bike, Natto had kind of gone and took all the routes for his own use. As his employer, Satan Daily, had come to know and adore how well he could jump from district to district, block to block, division to division. Today was to be a prime example of just that. As Natto hopped onto his bicycle, the youth peddled like his life was on the line. First dashing to the office located not too far from the mayor's place of residence. Upon filling his carrier bag and tipping his hat, albeit with a somewhat tired grin, Natto took off once again. Not stopping once, save for red lights (Acting according to the law is universal, super-powered human or alien alike) to abide by traffic law. House to house, his hands moved at the speed of sound. From bag to out, a rolled newspaper tossed from doorstep to doorstep. Needless to say, he was on a roll. To think, it was only seven o'clock!
By 7:30, the youth had conducted his city-wide route. Now casually biking home, without much rush or call to excessive speed, he was able to take in the morning sights. People walking their dogs, neighbors greeting neighbors. You name it, It was things like this that made Natto sort of question why his planet was always in some sort of turmoil. Be it foreign or domestic, as literal aliens seemed to list Earth on their "To-Destroy" lists. Maybe if they spent one day in Satan City, they'd mellow out. Who knew; He definitely didn't.
While things seemed well enough, of course, something had to occur on the way home. Sometimes it really felt that Natto couldn't necessarily catch a break, even when he wasn't thinking of wanting one. These sort of random events just seemed to happen around him. Today's pop-off: An attempted mugging. As Natto stood at a traffic light, red meant stop: everyone knows that. Natto couldn't help but hear someone shout over another.
"Help! Help! Thief!" A man bellowed. Knocked onto the ground and red in the face, another man could be seen running from the scene. Clothed in black and even wearing a turtleneck and eyemask, Natto blinked in wonder. "People really dress like that when they're doin' bad stuff? Sheesh." He thought to himself. Looking at his wrist, the boy tried looking at the time. "Oh yeah, I don't own a watch," He chuckled. He'd meant to look for the time, but it was still early. So passerby were sure to give him a break, right? Furrowing his brow, now, the young man lifted his bike up by the handles. Attempting to shift direction and begin peddling with purpose, whizzing past the assailed man. Sure to give him a little wink, Natto was off!
While the thief was quick, Natto was inevitably going to catch up and dole some justice out. The SCPD, Satan City PD, could use a break this early anyhow. The thief, now aware of his chaser, had tried speeding up; Alas, to no avail. Natto brought himself to peak speed before launching himself forward and exiting his bike. Smashing headfirst into the thief's back and knocking both of them onto the ground! The shorter man rolling his weight and popping to his feet upon finishing impact, whereas the criminal before him lay flat for a few seconds.
"What in the hell?!" The thief shouted, climbing back to his feet.
"Surely, you thought this out? Runnin' ain't really a reliable means of escape these days. 'Specially since Im around, you know." Natto smirked, raising one brow and lowering the other. Confidence exuding the young man's figure. Starting to bounce from foot to foot, limbering up, Natto turned his head a few degrees to the left. "So, wanna cough up the stolen whatever and be on your way? Or are we doing this?" He asked. None could say Natto wasn't a merciful guy, after all. It seemed the perp wasn't having any of it, as Natto's eyes caught him reaching to brandish a knife. "Shame," Natto huffed.
Darting forward and bringing his right fist up, the palm of his hand smashing into his target's chin and forcing the man off his feet and two feet into the air. An exasperated "Ooooh!" leaving the crook's lips. Following the palm, Natto twisted around and brought the same hand around, backhanding the man's cheek and sending him to a spiraling state. Taking a second to step back and bring his left leg back, Natto kicked the air and sent himself into a spiral, utilizing the built kinetic energy to slam his right leg forward and simultaneously ground himself and the thief in one fell move. Natto landing on his hands, where the thief landed on his chest. Needless to say, those three hits were just about all it took. After all, it's a petty thief and not some kind of...super-powered, golden-haired space ape. As far as Natto was concerned, that was nothing more than fictitious characters from a manga he enjoyed reading from time to time.
Looting the thief's body, after sitting him up on the sidewalk and calling the PD, Natto went about his way and returned the stolen item; Which subsequently turned out to be a regular old wallet. Natto just hoped a lesson could be learned today; If someone bothers chasing you on a bike, just drop whatever you took and run. It'll save you a trip to the ER. Upon a successful hand off, Natto waved to the man and went back home.
Of course, leaping right back into bed. Clothes and all.
See, Natto was a paperboy for the city. Known for boasting some real speed on his bike, Natto had kind of gone and took all the routes for his own use. As his employer, Satan Daily, had come to know and adore how well he could jump from district to district, block to block, division to division. Today was to be a prime example of just that. As Natto hopped onto his bicycle, the youth peddled like his life was on the line. First dashing to the office located not too far from the mayor's place of residence. Upon filling his carrier bag and tipping his hat, albeit with a somewhat tired grin, Natto took off once again. Not stopping once, save for red lights (Acting according to the law is universal, super-powered human or alien alike) to abide by traffic law. House to house, his hands moved at the speed of sound. From bag to out, a rolled newspaper tossed from doorstep to doorstep. Needless to say, he was on a roll. To think, it was only seven o'clock!
By 7:30, the youth had conducted his city-wide route. Now casually biking home, without much rush or call to excessive speed, he was able to take in the morning sights. People walking their dogs, neighbors greeting neighbors. You name it, It was things like this that made Natto sort of question why his planet was always in some sort of turmoil. Be it foreign or domestic, as literal aliens seemed to list Earth on their "To-Destroy" lists. Maybe if they spent one day in Satan City, they'd mellow out. Who knew; He definitely didn't.
While things seemed well enough, of course, something had to occur on the way home. Sometimes it really felt that Natto couldn't necessarily catch a break, even when he wasn't thinking of wanting one. These sort of random events just seemed to happen around him. Today's pop-off: An attempted mugging. As Natto stood at a traffic light, red meant stop: everyone knows that. Natto couldn't help but hear someone shout over another.
"Help! Help! Thief!" A man bellowed. Knocked onto the ground and red in the face, another man could be seen running from the scene. Clothed in black and even wearing a turtleneck and eyemask, Natto blinked in wonder. "People really dress like that when they're doin' bad stuff? Sheesh." He thought to himself. Looking at his wrist, the boy tried looking at the time. "Oh yeah, I don't own a watch," He chuckled. He'd meant to look for the time, but it was still early. So passerby were sure to give him a break, right? Furrowing his brow, now, the young man lifted his bike up by the handles. Attempting to shift direction and begin peddling with purpose, whizzing past the assailed man. Sure to give him a little wink, Natto was off!
While the thief was quick, Natto was inevitably going to catch up and dole some justice out. The SCPD, Satan City PD, could use a break this early anyhow. The thief, now aware of his chaser, had tried speeding up; Alas, to no avail. Natto brought himself to peak speed before launching himself forward and exiting his bike. Smashing headfirst into the thief's back and knocking both of them onto the ground! The shorter man rolling his weight and popping to his feet upon finishing impact, whereas the criminal before him lay flat for a few seconds.
"What in the hell?!" The thief shouted, climbing back to his feet.
"Surely, you thought this out? Runnin' ain't really a reliable means of escape these days. 'Specially since Im around, you know." Natto smirked, raising one brow and lowering the other. Confidence exuding the young man's figure. Starting to bounce from foot to foot, limbering up, Natto turned his head a few degrees to the left. "So, wanna cough up the stolen whatever and be on your way? Or are we doing this?" He asked. None could say Natto wasn't a merciful guy, after all. It seemed the perp wasn't having any of it, as Natto's eyes caught him reaching to brandish a knife. "Shame," Natto huffed.
Darting forward and bringing his right fist up, the palm of his hand smashing into his target's chin and forcing the man off his feet and two feet into the air. An exasperated "Ooooh!" leaving the crook's lips. Following the palm, Natto twisted around and brought the same hand around, backhanding the man's cheek and sending him to a spiraling state. Taking a second to step back and bring his left leg back, Natto kicked the air and sent himself into a spiral, utilizing the built kinetic energy to slam his right leg forward and simultaneously ground himself and the thief in one fell move. Natto landing on his hands, where the thief landed on his chest. Needless to say, those three hits were just about all it took. After all, it's a petty thief and not some kind of...super-powered, golden-haired space ape. As far as Natto was concerned, that was nothing more than fictitious characters from a manga he enjoyed reading from time to time.
Looting the thief's body, after sitting him up on the sidewalk and calling the PD, Natto went about his way and returned the stolen item; Which subsequently turned out to be a regular old wallet. Natto just hoped a lesson could be learned today; If someone bothers chasing you on a bike, just drop whatever you took and run. It'll save you a trip to the ER. Upon a successful hand off, Natto waved to the man and went back home.
Of course, leaping right back into bed. Clothes and all.
