It was a cool summer evening. The sun gave way to the moon, trading places with the celestial body. A gentle breeze danced through the city, carrying scents of various cuisines about it. High rise buildings stood tall and looked magnificent under the light of the moon. Vibrant lights shone from the different stalls on the ground, as shopkeepers and club owners enticed tourists alike to visit. The nightlife of Yorkshun was unmatched by anything else. It was enough to leave anyone awestruck.
Roaming the streets was Shin, a tall brown-haired man. His kimono and hakama (pants) danced in the wind. With every step, the wooden sole of his geta tapped against the rough cobblestone path beneath him, creating a beautiful tapping sound similar to that of a horse galloping through the streets. His dragon sleeve was also eye catching, as various people gave it a glance. With most people dressed to impress in their nightlife attire, Shin went the simple route. There was no need for him to put up a charade. He was who he was. If the looks he was being given were of displease, then so be it. However, if there was one group that loved the way he looked, it was the shop keepers.
"Hey dragon man! Come on over! We've got the best women in the business!" yelled a short, bald headed man. Without giving any attention to him, Shin continued to walk past him paying him no mind. His usual attire made him a prime target for shop keepers as he was easy to pick out from a crowd. This did not mean their methods worked as Shin had yet to commit to any of their words. In fact, he found it immature. His belief, the best way to attract any customer would be to make yourself stand out from the rest by the product you sell rather than annoying hollering. This was most effective against Shin when the product being sold was books. He was a bookworm. There was a large stall filled with books and books. Both vintage and current books lined the shelves of this stall. With a glimmer in his eyes, Shin made his way over. There were books about weapons to cooking recipes to different yoga positions. Catching his attention was a particular one about the art of a bow along with one of different combat techniques. Intrigued by both, Shin picked the two books up and began reading the synopsis on the back. He felt like a kid in a candy shop.
Roaming the streets was Shin, a tall brown-haired man. His kimono and hakama (pants) danced in the wind. With every step, the wooden sole of his geta tapped against the rough cobblestone path beneath him, creating a beautiful tapping sound similar to that of a horse galloping through the streets. His dragon sleeve was also eye catching, as various people gave it a glance. With most people dressed to impress in their nightlife attire, Shin went the simple route. There was no need for him to put up a charade. He was who he was. If the looks he was being given were of displease, then so be it. However, if there was one group that loved the way he looked, it was the shop keepers.
"Hey dragon man! Come on over! We've got the best women in the business!" yelled a short, bald headed man. Without giving any attention to him, Shin continued to walk past him paying him no mind. His usual attire made him a prime target for shop keepers as he was easy to pick out from a crowd. This did not mean their methods worked as Shin had yet to commit to any of their words. In fact, he found it immature. His belief, the best way to attract any customer would be to make yourself stand out from the rest by the product you sell rather than annoying hollering. This was most effective against Shin when the product being sold was books. He was a bookworm. There was a large stall filled with books and books. Both vintage and current books lined the shelves of this stall. With a glimmer in his eyes, Shin made his way over. There were books about weapons to cooking recipes to different yoga positions. Catching his attention was a particular one about the art of a bow along with one of different combat techniques. Intrigued by both, Shin picked the two books up and began reading the synopsis on the back. He felt like a kid in a candy shop.
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