Small fight

"We should go to Shinjuku today for work, it's early morning, and maybe some people are walking around, we should take a look." Yoshio stood on the roof not far from the ramen shop, his linen black robes fit him perfectly, and he looked as if he just came back from a historical drama set. Maki stood next to him.

The streets were empty, and the lights were already off, and the sun was starting to show itself. As they teleported to Shinjuku, they chose one of the smaller buildings to stand up on. And the contrast was more visible. People were walking here and there, and some shop owners were cleaning in front of their stores. Yoshio glanced at the streets below him and then turned to Maki.

"What's going on between you two? It's not like you usually afraid to talk."

Maki's ears became red. "It's nothing."

Yoshio squinted. "If you don't want to say it's okay. But," he paused, becoming embarrassed, "if he did something to you, I will take his ginger head off with my staff."

Maki blushed even further, "No, Master, it's not like that..."

"If you say so. And stop calling me master, I don't like it."

"Okay, M-master. Yoshio-san." Maki bowed apologetically.

"Call me Yoshi from now on, okay?" Yoshio's eyes were warm, but what he said still sounded cold, "You grew up with me, I am basically your caretaker, not your master."

Maki nodded, narrowing his eyes at something further away, noticing movement in front of them.

"M-, Yoshio-san, I think a woman is coming home, and there are two men following her." Maki was delighted to switch the topic, "She looked back several times now. I believe we need to intervene."

Yoshi narrowed his eyes, and staff appeared in his hands. Excited to fight, Maki smiled, and a beautiful silver fan emerged, laying elegantly in his hand. As they jumped down and approached the girl, they heard two men catcalling her. She cursed at them and tried to run away, but they also started to walk faster. The woman noticed two other men walking approaching, and thinking she was cornered, she cursed again. Maki then turned to her and said calmly:

"Miss, you should hurry away. We will talk to them." His smile was full of reassurance, so she took off without responding. Or maybe she was too frightened of him.

"Hey, you two," One of the perverts sized Yoshio up and down, "what are you up to taking away our woman? We paid her for tonight, and she just ran off, without doing her job! That's basically stealing!"

"Yes, so you should move the fuck away from here!" The second guy looked buff, so Maki did not hesitate, and threw his fan directly into his throat, making him choke. The fan then returned as a boomerang, gracefully falling into Maki’s hand.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?!" The first guy started running towards Maki, however, fell off because he stumbled on a staff.

Yoshio said coldly, "I give you a chance to disappear and never show your faces here or next to her ever again."

The choked guy finally straightened up, his voice hoarse, "I will fucking kill you!" He started running towards Maki, raising his fist. He was pretty fast, so Maki had to fight back. However, the guy was not nearly as good as Maki, losing to a closed fan. Eventually, he gave up, waving his hand, "Whatever, fuck you, both of you. We are leaving."

"Are you sure, they deserve a beating!" The other guy stood up, shaking the dust off of his clothes, glancing fiercely at Yoshio.

"I don't care, fuck them. Let's go, Shin."

They left in a hurry, looking back as if to see if they were being followed. Maki came up to Yoshio asking:

"M-, Yoshio-san, I think we can leave now. They were pretty weak."

"Mn." Yoshio was deep in his thoughts for some reason.

"It's morning already. Will you be seeing Sora today?"

Yoshio stood there for a moment, then said in his regular calm voice "Let's sleep first. And… buy some pudding on the way home."