Gosh Not Again [Solo/Job]

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Pain was the first thing he actually experienced in this town or city. Whatever it was he didn't seem to be enjoying it at his leisure. On a armor stand was his kimono and yoroi hakama. Laid out on his new maple wood desk was long sleeved gloves with a golden design holding red matching it with the kimono. Aseo sat on his bed and held his forehead trying to think how his life has only changed during these few months even though nothing much has happened or can happen during the period of war happening. His adoptive mother Ting, no Jilaiya seems to believe this is opportunity to strike against Yoshiro and take the crown underneath him, but with all the sides and people being left in the dirt due to them not having enough money to make it by Aseo thought he could sneak from his lessons and go help them. It's only a matter of time until one servant comes to claim him so it's best for him to get dressed in these moments. His real questions is whether if he should go another with her plans or attempt to overthrow her. Only time and thinking could tell now was to do something with his long bed messy hair.

Braided thoroughly and off the record the servants hassled him out the door of his new room. He never seen the fine arts and decorative clothing most of the people wore here to be like this until he himself was wearing it and now being moved through the halls on his way down to help 'the people' more like peasants his adoptive mother calls them. Nothing but cancers and eye sores to her which only made him feel his hate and disdain grow when he gathered up his confidence, but he was now in a carriage on going to gain some public interest from the locals. Sitting in the carriage as they rode a small table set of tea awaited in the middle. He finished dealing with his hair and looped his index finger around the tea cup. Bring it to his lips and taking small sips with little batter from his eyes. The taste bitter after the sweet flavoring lingered than completely dispersed along his taste buds.
Drinking the tea the bitter taste subsiding away the carriage coming to an end.

He steps out to look at multiple people trying to rebuild the district of homes. Air not as clean as the plains are, but it's something new each time here. He went to go help the people, but they were baffled at the newest noble is out here helping so when Aseo spoke up they were shocked. " No need to fear. I'm just here to help the citizens. " his tone one of a sincere gentleman. One lady with a large bun dressed in a torn silk kimono spoke to him. " Young man, We are the neutrals you don't have to do such things. We have very little so don't be upset if we can't reward you. " she said shaken. " Oh no, ma'am I don't expect any kind of means of accepting my kind labor for your money. This is just to help benefit mine and yours Country. " he said in response. Moving to get wood logs as more people begun to act and rebuild houses.

Little while after getting down to business four street thugs appeared. Each one harbouring anger at the neutral towns folk something he didn't really experience. Four dudes each one looting the ground and picking up one of the same or different weapon. They ain't looking for anything good when one swing a steel rod down on a citizen. One spinning around the chain and lashing another one just laughing. Aseo wasn't having this. Taping his cane against the ground, water gathering around him gushing like rapids. Sending the wave towards two thugs knocking them back against the ground water drowning them at the mouth. Calmly turning to see the other two charging in with steel rods, both in sync throwing the steel down. Aseo turning to his left to avoid one of them, but the other connecting to his shoot shoulder from the previous day and knocking him on the ground. Sustaining his ability as it came back casting a shadow engulfing the two thugs from behind. Aseo sitting on the ground holding his right shoulder as it begun to bleed. Citizens would come to help, but he'd put his hand up and stand to his feet. " I'm fine, and I hope your friends are doing fine. But my dearest apologies, I must leave and get my arm checked out. " he say with a kind smile holding back the tears in the corner of his eyes.

Returning to the carriage, looking back at how much he did to help them. He chuckled almost as the guards came up and took the thugs away to toss them off somewhere else, probably overrun jails. Driving off as the shelter disappeared from sight leaving him to await medical treatment to his potential broken right shoulder now.

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