The sun shone its bright light as the morning hours began to tick. Tatsuya's favorite time of the day. He would get up and sit at the edge of the bed. He would then get up and go to the bathroom in his luxury apartment. It wasn't easy to secure this apartment but not an impossible task for Tatsuya. For the first time in a while he didn't want to go train, but simply enjoy a book or two. He looked at the mirror and went for a hot shower. The young man was quite careful about cleanliness as it was important to him, a daily shower was an important routine in his life. He would carefully wash his body, scars he never remembers were very visible. With the tips of his fingers he traced those scars, they were pulsing as though a fresh wound whenever he felt them, but they never resonated with him beyond that. The scars he had never brought about any memory he had lost yet still he could feel them pulsing. He would get out of the bath, dry his body with a tower, wrap it around his waist and leave the bathroom. He picked up his undershirt, vest, belt, and pants. After wearing his clothes he would exit his apartment, lock the door and leave with his umbrella in hand.
 
He would open his umbrella as rain washed the city. Tatsuya would pace his steps to his favorite place. He didn’t forget his two books either, so for Tatsuya today would be an enjoyable day. He eventually reached his favorite place, and it was a simple coffee shop in the middle of the city. A place that has become dear to him despite a lingering feeling of estrangement when he looks at the faces of everyone around him. He felt like a stranger in a place he did not belong. He wanted to find that place which he could feel as though he truly belongs. He entered the coffee shop, but before he began reading his books he had other things waiting for him. Files he needs to go over and a dozen of documents that needed sorting.
 
He ordered his favorite cup of coffee using the Guatemalan SHB. SHB stands for strictly hard bean, and it is a category or grade given to coffee grown at high altitudes of four thousand and five hundred feet above sea level. Due to growth in such an environment, the coffee has a citrus-like acidity coupled with a fruity, chocolate flavor. As a hot cup of coffee was delivered to his table the young man would take a sip as he enjoyed his coffee’s sent filling up his nose. He would begin working on the files and documents he was given and take sips every now and then.
 
Time would pass and the young man had finished all of the paperwork he had, sorted out all the documents, and revised all papers, by then the young man would enjoy a second cup as it was delivered to his table. He would begin his reading not listening to the world around him nor worrying about it. He always felt lost and a stranger to everyone and everything around him, but when he dived into the tales within his books, he was liberated.

As Tsutomu took a deep and invigorating breath, the morning air brushed over his face, like a gentle caress by Mother Nature herself. The window he had just unlatched and pushed open gave way to the chirping of birds, which itself was a lovely melody. On the floor at his feet, three women stirred softly from slumber, loosely wrapped in blankets. The hotel in which he had spent the night was among the most advanced buildings Iwagakure had to offer. It was several stories high, looking out over the squabble of the Iwagakure’s early morning commute. Tsutomu had been involved in a rather lengthy night of sexual and drug induced misdoings. As he looked away from the window, he smiled at the chaotic cluster of broken dishes, bottles of beer, leftover food, and clothes strewn across the entirety of the hotel he had certainly not paid for. It was trashed. Wonderfully, delightfully, aesthetically annihilated.

He stepped lightly over the nude figures to make his way out of the den and into the bathroom, where he would find no need to dress down, as he was already completely nude as well. The flash burn of the steaming shower was satisfying, and helped to loosen up and shake the hungover feeling in his blood. There was a certain level of undeniable serenity in the chaotic aftermath of the prior night. That chaotic serenity was the essence of the man himself. Nakajima, Tsutomu. There was only one thing left to polish off in order to make it all perfect. With his body cleansed and his shower complete, the envoy of chaos would grab his towel swiftly from the rack and begin drying himself.

The next destination was to obtain what was undoubtedly the single most delicious beverage known to humankind. Would he have a standard brew? Or something more exotic? Matcha. That was the one. He took no time to dress completely before leaving the room. His boxers on, and his shirt unbuttoned, he hopped and skipped down the halls, pulling his pants up as he went, and by the time he reached the bottom floor, he had completely fixed his attire and held the demeanor of a rather strapping gentleman. Slacks, a black suit, and dress shoes.

As he worked his way down the streets, he gasped in shock and awe, exaggerating the entire response. The cafe he normally went to was closed. A tragedy comparable to nothing. He would continue a frantic walk glancing back and forth across the way to find anywhere that could serve him a steaming hot cup of delicious, verdant matcha. As he came upon a quaint little shop, he thrust open the door with intense vigor and walked in with an aggressive “pep” in his step. The shop smelled of sin. Coffee.

He reached across the counter and grasped the startled  barista by the shirt, pulling him close.

“I need tea. None of this nauseating sin bean juice. I’d like a cup of matcha.”

WC: 500

Could there have been a person among the laid-back café goers who would stand up to the forward, aggressive hankering for matcha tea? Tsutomu had begun to loosen his grip by the time he heard the voice from behind him. Reciting the laws of the land to him as if he, Tsutomu, was not aware and intentionally shattering them in any possible instant. A gleam in his eye sparked as he oriented his head to the side and looked back at the voice that had washed over him. The idol of lawfulness. He was tall and his eyes were a very unique shade of blue. His angular face matched with the sharp gaze he was directing at the tea-fiend.

An uncomfortable silence washed over the shop as the barista, oddly enough, actually rushed over to pour some boiling water over a matcha teabag. And placed the neat little cup and saucer on the counter before him. He began to lightly cackle, evolving slowly into a generous and full-hearted laugh. Grabbing the little bar stool at his side, Tsutomu gracefully pulled it beneath himself and sat down at the table the lawman was seated at, his tea saucer and cup gently held between his thumb and index finger.

“What does the law do for you personally, dark, tall, and handsome? Did you see the barista accepted my request and...” he turned around and slapped down a ludicrous amount of ryo on the counter in front of the person he had grappled. “He is not suffering, the law wasn’t necessary because allowing the situation to escalate beyond this point by bringing the law into the matter would have made a big stupid mess.”

He would gaze with a super intense glare in his eyes, and an impeccable smile. He scanned over the man, capturing the very minute details of his expression throughout the entire dialogue. He hoped to see confusion, uncertainty. Any hint of a feeling that wasn’t confidence. “What EXACTLY would a PROBLEM entail, in reference to your earlier warning?”

Tsutomu would continue smiling and adding a few spoonfuls of sugar to his cup then moving to take a deep drink of his tea. The hot, green liquid sending nothing but powerful signals of happiness throughout his body. The taste on his tongue was superb and he showed that as he raised the arm which didn’t hold his cup into the air explosively.

“Oh! My name is Tsutomu, by the way.”

WC: 416
TWC: 916

“Restrain me, huh? That’s a little bit kinky of you to say, isn’t it?” Tsutomu would jest with a chuckle. The name the blue eyed lawman offered up was extremely pleasant and rolled from the tongue like silk. Iziell. Tsutomu would keep his mouth shut about his quiet admiration of that wonderful title. It would benefit the man in the next few moments. A familiar face from one of the low and dirty drug dens would come across the window front of the coffee shop. He had a company of four men with him. He couldn’t quite recall the miscreant’s name or title. It was a common practice of Tsutomu to occasionally refer to a person as the wrong name to ensure that they didn’t feel the relationship was too personal anyway.

It would have required an idiot’s perception not to realize they were planning a robbery, but of a coffee joint? Were they stupid or... The doors bursted open and the men rushed in, the familiar face barking orders. One of the grunts made an apocalyptic level error. It was as though the man’s single digit criminal IQ had randomly generated the launch codes to the most powerful nuclear warhead. If nuclear warheads existed in shinobi society. He smacked Tsutomu’s cup of matcha from his hand and it fell to the floor with a crash. The sharp dressed genin watched, his eyes widening and the blood vessels within each pulsing outward with extreme vigor, as his cup lay broken upon the ground.

“FRRRRANK, you fùcking insufferable waste of skin!” Tsutomu addressed the man that way without thinking, charging his hands with bakuton and bursting it directly onto the face of the man who had swatted the tea. This launched both the man and Tsutomu ten meters in the opposite direction, causing the thug to collide with his accomplices, and Tsutomu to land with finesse atop a table at the very back of the shop. He was still quite pissed despite the cool landing he made a mental note of. There was a particular technique Tsutomu was looking to give a shot in an I closed area, and this looked like a perfect opportunity. He would stand atop the table and plot his next move carefully in the few seconds to come, giving his unlikely ally an opportunity to show off his own skills.

WC: 403
TWC: 1319

Chakra: 135/150:

He used some sort of technique that could be attributed to Bakuton, was everything about this man wild? Even his element is. He would knock the man away after breaking his cup of tea. Which enraged Tsutomu. It was a rather interesting showcase of the wild man's skill. Tsutomu would knock the man towards his allies rattling them, a rather interesting display of skill and coordination. However, it was Tatsuya's turn to show off, except he didn't. He spoke with authority directing his words at the group of thugs "Drop your weapons and surrender. The less resistance, the better you have a chance at a more lenient trial." The men laughed at Tatsuya yet he didn't budge not even flinching for a single second. Instead he stood firmly in front of the group.
 
In the end, his warning fell on deaf ears. Two idiots attacked him with knives, and those two idiots would suffer for it. One man rushed at Tatsuya with his blade in front of him a 5 inch long knife. The other did the same, however, he was holding a sword, the sword's edge was dull. Just eyeing the blade Tatsuya concluded it could cut an inch deep in one slice. The young man would tilt his body as thought he wanted to let the man pass through, however, he would grab the wrist of the hand holding the knife before him tilting became a full rotation in which he used his elbow to strike the man's head and bring his arm around the man's neck holding him in a headlock lifting him off the ground and dropping the man for his face to meet Tatsuya's knee, knocking one out.
 
The second one rushing at Tatsuya with his sword would be useful, or rather, his sword would be useful. As the man intercepted Tatsuya, the young police consultant would grab a dish and throw it at the idiot who broke the dish with his blade leaving him open in that instant. While the man was wide open Tatsuya didn’t take his chance and the reason was simple; he wanted to test something. The man would fix his posture and prepared a downward slash, if Tatsuya moved while the man held the sword above his head, the man can simply rearrange the direction of his strike. However, after the man launches his sword downward there’s no changing that direction, and Tatsuya did just that. As the man began his downward strike The blue eyed moved in and to the side. As the downward sword strike was completed and the sword was at the holder’s waist level Tatsuya continued with his on-step moving in his arm entering the man’s range as he reached for the handle the man was holding with both hands while Tatsuya stood at the side.
 
Tatsuya would reach to the back of the blade holding it with his other hand using the gap between his thumb and index finger. He grabbed tight hold of it and as the sword’s blade went below the man’s waist Tatsuya would push the blade with his hand holding the back of the sword; he would push the blade downwards while holding the handle tightly. The man’s grip eventually slipped and Tatsuya as he took the blade immediately slashed the man’s right side from his gut to his shoulder an inch deep slice as he expected. After stealing the blade and cutting the man Tatsuya retreated a step back. All he did with his legs was step in and step out. He had been training his footwork and methods to dismantle an armed opponent, it paid off.
Tatsuya would scare the man into fumbling and falling. The man crawled backwards scared but the door was shut and their boss wanted cash, he wasn’t leaving without it. Tatsuya spun the sword a single spin as he fixed his grip before walking backwards to the side of his new ‘acquaintance’. He spoke no words but simply nodded at the man in order to confirm his intentions as if they weren’t clear, regardless of how skilled or how intelligent or handsome he was, Tatsuya did not like him. However, the situation calls for unlikely allies. Two polar opposites versus one digit IQ thugs, the battle begins.

Tsutomu would watch in awkward awe as Iziell attempted to face down the numbskulls with the power of diplomacy. Words. It was at that time that the mischievous shinobi realized just how different he was from the orderly officer. In a wonderful display of physical prowess, Iziell utilized nimble footwork to disarm and dispatch two armed attackers. It was an expert display of what had to be rigorous combat training. He was able to end the confrontation with almost no bloodshed, save for the reversal strike with a secured, dull blade.

Now that he had gained his footing and Iziell stood at his side, Tsutomu ruled that it was now time to unleash devastation on the foes and the entire storefront. I wish you all the best of luck. You have bothered me for the last time.” He molded chakra into his palm, forming a charged bomb, around the size of a basketball that he would throw as hard as he could forward. The ball would split into fifteen smaller projectiles before finally shifting again into 45 tiny bouncing explosive marbles which would be impossible to evade in such a tight space.

His eyes were wide with excitement as he witnessed the unfolding scene. A bouncing marble hit the first of the crowded up men and with a thunderous blast, launched him in a way that he ragdolled across the building, setting off several other grenades. The explosions were loud and devastating, shattering windows and annihilating a large amount of the structure in the front of the shop. While the explosions themselves were non-lethal, the concussive force of being slammed against walls and the ceiling over and over again was not unlikely to prove fatal to the untrained street rats. It was necessary to pull the table down in front of himself to avoid the shrapnel of dislodged wood and glass from harming Tsutomu.

WC: 315
TWC: 1634

Chakra: 120/150: