The Journey of an Ou

Izanabe watched as the young man named Haze effortlessly placed ten boxes of sparkling water in front of the container. It was as if he were carrying ten boxes of foam padding. When the stacked boxes were set down, there wasn't even a tremor. One couldn't help but wonder if the boxes had been glued together.,Three men in leather jackets, reeking of alcohol, burst into the general store. The one in the front, with green hair and a mohawk, surveyed the shop, spitting out his toothpick.,On both moral and practical grounds, he wouldn't stand idly by while Old Jack and this groundskeeper named Haze died before his eyes.。