Kaishin, Katsu. "Magnolia, eh?"
The clicks of Katsu's black combat boots stepping on the cobble sounded throughout the small section, located in Magnolia Town, known as Strawberry street. It was more of a gloomy day, for Katsu, he had been walking so long and had just reached Magnolia an hour ago. It was just after dusk and the teen had barely any money, that meant no food, water, nor shelter. Katsu took in a deep breath, he came to a stop near the bridge which united the two streets just over the waterway. The boy exhaled and looked down at the water, he placed his travel bag down near his feet and crouched down.
Through the reflection of the water, Katsu saw himself; his dark blue and black hair, which was unkempt as usual; the fur jacket he wore, which was black all around, with the only exception of white fluff which surrounded his hood and the bottom of the jacket. Although the reflection only showed Katsu's upper half, it is noted the teen wore black trousers and dark boots. The glow of the moon soaked the boy in moonlight, his appearance on the water's surface brightened. He could see his light brown-hued iris better now. "That's that.." Murmured Katsu, he drowsily looked up from the water.
It was obvious the boy was exhausted, one could probably mistake him for homeless. Hell, he was homeless. Daily walking and not enough rest caused Katsu to sleep wherever he could, under bridges, near train stations, and even in abandoned buildings. What a life I live, Katsu though, his body ascended and he got to his feet. The motion included a quick grab of the black duffel bag. The exhausted teen tightly grabbed the straps of the bag and then began his journey down the road. No boats had came by, no birds, it felt like all life was avoiding him.
The cacophony of what sounded like footsteps and cackling had caused Katsu to look over his shoulder. Now, the reaction Katsu had delivered was extremely slow due to his current state. He saw a black blur and then felt a tug at his left hand. The boy's bag was whisked away, some bastard robbed him. The teen looked forward and watched the dark figure rush up the street, carrying the heavy bag. "What's in this damn thing.. rocks?!" The thief shouted down the road, almost stumbling over but in the end he regained his momentum. Precisely.. Katsu thought to himself, they were rocks. It was a training method taught to him by his mentor, a physical exercise that would tone one's arms.
In truth, Katsu needed that bag back. His mentor's will was also in there, something so valuable he'd give his life for that little slip of paper. The boy brought his palms together, they adhered for a moment to only be quickly parted. Katsu's right palm extended and twisted to face the man, he was only a few meters away, just enough range. The teen's left hand quickly grasped his right wrist. "Ice-Make!" Katsu shouted, in hopes the thief would slow down. He honestly did not want to hurt him, he put his faith in this that the criminal would stop. If not, the thief would receive an arrow to the ass.