Another Night Goes By. [Yukimura]

The moment Kamile entered into the bar, all the patrons would turn to look at her, some giving her a nod of acknowledgement, some immediately returning back to what they were doing, others gawking at her, and still others just outright staring at her... ass(ets). Except for one. Seated at the bar, right at the end, somewhat hidden in the shadows, clad in a red, completely unzipped leather jacket and a pair of white Karate pants tucked into a pair of boots, a pair of dual jumonji-yari (cross spears) resting against the counter beside him, the man drank a cup of warm sake, lowering the empty cup back onto the counter and filling it up from the bottle in front of him. His face would be somewhat visible to Kamile, but not a whole lot of help it would be, not until she came closer.

"You heard her. She doesn't want to go with you."

The man furiously whipping his head to the side, the last thing he would see was a foot flying straight for his face, as Yukimura would lazily plant his foot in the face of the disgusting pig, the kick powerful enough to send the man flying off Kamile and to the side, as he would land in a pile on the floor. Walking over, Yukimura would slam one foot down on the man's back, flattening him to the ground, before pointing one jumonji-yari straight down at his head. Though Yukimura wasn't interested in Kamile, he wasn't about to just stand by and watch this disgusting man choke the life out of her out of rage from being rejected.

"I don't think you belong in here. I suggest you leave... now."

"Kid...? If you didn't want a 'kid' beating your ass, you should've thought twice before deciding to attack her then."

Keeping his foot planted straight in the back of the man, keeping him flattened to the ground, raising his arm up, Yukimura would quickly thrust his jumonji-yari down towards the man's head... as the man found himself still alive and breathing. If he shifted his head very slightly, he would see the tip of the blade was buried just beside his head, the sharp tip of one of the pair of curved blades just barely pricking the skin of the man's cheek, leaving a very thin cut on his face.

"You may want to reconsider not leaving. Get out... now."

Lifting his foot off the man's back, Yukimura would pull his jumonji-yari free from the floor as he let the man stand up, watching him take a half step, only to turn and throw a punch. In the blink of an eye, Yukimura's free arm would whip out, as the man's fist would slam into the palm of Yukimura's hand, his fingers enclosing around the man's fist, tightly gripping it. If the man tried to yank his fist free, try as he might, Yukimura's grip was strong, as he would start to crush the man's fist.

A wide, slightly open mouth smirk on Yukimura's face, with a quick twist, he would aim to break the man's wrist, and while a sharp pain ran through the man's arm, pulling his arm back, Yukimura would slam his fist straight into the man's face, going for a knock-out blow.

"I warned you, you should've left when you had the chance."

Turning to the young woman, leaving the knocked out man lying on the floor, walking back over to his seat, he would pick up his other jumonji-yari, before returning to her, as he stand in front of her, both jumonji-yari in his hands, as he would point them downwards, towards the floor. Giving the young woman a slight nod of his head, thanks was not necessary, he just couldn't sit by and watch that disgusting slob of a pig take his rage of being rejected out on the young woman by choking the life out of her.

"A drink sounds nice. A shot of warm sake."

Taking a seat next to Kamile, resting both of his jumonji-yari up against the counter beside him, he would casually fold both his arms across his chest before turning his head slightly to look at the the young woman beside him.

"How's your head? That worthless piece of trash slammed you to the ground pretty hard, from the looks of it."

"The world is probably better off with one less of a pig running around, but he's just not worth the effort of sullying my hands with his blood over."

Giving the young woman a side glance, while Yukimura was glad the hit to her head wasn't too bad, he really had to wonder just what kind of situations this woman had been in, that she had been in worse than this. Though it was not really any of his business, so he would not ask. He wasn't surprised her head was spinning though, downing a few shots then getting your head slammed to the floor usually will do that to you. As the barkeep arrived with the bottle of sake, just as Yukimura reached out to grab the bottle, his hand would pause in mid-air, and he would glance over at the young woman, before making a 'go right ahead' motion with his hand. Picking his glass up after she had finished pouring, he would raise it in a toast, before downing about half of it.

"Yes, that is the way of the Japanese. [May the Gods bring you good fortune too.]"

Placing his glass back down on the counter, he would glance over at the young woman from the corner of his eye, though she should probably be drinking water instead of sake, to help her head and stop it from spinning, he wasn't one to judge. What she did was her own decision, no one else's.

"I suppose an introduction is in order. I'm Yukimura. Yukimura Sanada."

(OOC: Words in brackets are Japanese.)

I agree, blood red does not look good on you at all."

Downing about half his drink after toasting the young woman, just as she didn't speak Japanese but recognized it, he didn't speak any Russian but recognized it, though it wasn't hard to figure out from her heavy accent and manner of speech. Downing the rest of his sake soon after, he would place the empty glass down on the bar counter before reaching over and picking up the bottle of sake, pouring himself another drink. Picking up the glass, he raised it to his lips and was about to take a drink, only to pause as Kamile talked about herself. Slowly lowering the glass down and place it on the counter, he would glance over at her from the corner of his eye.

"I was a student, but not at Public High School #552. I actually graduated about a year ago, but I entered into the school to grow stronger both physically and mentally. I didn't stay for very long though. Now I just spend my days training and becoming stronger, to hopefully get out of the District and bring the wall down. If the Apostles think a wall will keep all these once delinquent students in check... they might want to re-think that."

Picking his glass back up, Yukimura would take a sip from it, Kamile was starting to sound a bit better, more coherent. If she continued to drink plenty of water, it would help her out a lot more.