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-Saiyan Conqueror Quest 201 Epilogue-
<span class="mu-s">AGE 756, THE THIEVES' DEN</span>
“Really, red hair? That's it? Booo, that's boring!” a clearly-drunk patron of the bar calls out from the table in front of you. “Where's the big hair?”
“Shut it, ya damn sod. I'm tryin' to watch 'ere.” another man calls, sounding even drunker from somewhere to you left. “You don't like it, piss off to another bar!”
“What did you say to me?!” the first drunk shouts, standing up from his seat. The rather wide alien with spikes on his head and arms, wearing PTO armor turns, stomping over towards the voice. You turn, curiously, your single large eye following the wide man until he stops by a table at the wall.
A man sits there by himself, wearing a large tan trench coat and tie with a mostly-empty bottle on the table, holding a smoke in one hand and a glass with the other, taking another long pull before setting the empty glass on the table with a barely-audible thud. Most of the patrons aren't watching the exchange, but you do so with great interest.
“Wut, coming to wag ya chin at me?” the man asks, taking another pull of his lit smoke and blowing a cloud in his face. “Fuck off, I don't have time for a small-timer like you.”
“Small timer? Little man, don't you know who I am?” the being asks, tapping his scouter as he looks at the blond-haired man who looks like he hasn't slept in a few days. “Heh, only four? Little man, you don't stand a chance against Kabosu. My powerlevel's seventeen thousand four hundred fifty eight! You'd better apologize, else you're gonna get hurt.”
“The only thing a tubby bah-stard like you's a threat to is the nearest buffet table.” the cocky drunk says, you seeing the low-level PTO soldier's mouth drop open in surprise. He clearly was expecting his powerlevel to mean something to this man. But you know better than to judge someone by their powerlevel. “Now stand aside, yer between me an' the big screen.”
“That's it!” the goon snarls drawing his right fist overhead. But as he does the man starts chanting something, golden energy waving between his hands as he conjures a glowing circle with lines and designs all throughout it there. The symbol expands as this 'Kabosu' swings, blocking his strike. However, the shielding energy shatters from the blow, leaving the man a clear shot with his second. Again he mutters sounds, what you presume to be words as the golden light envelops the soldier's head, who freezes in place. Only for him to fall backwards a moment later, unconscious. Several “What the hell?”s and “Oh shit”s come from the soldier's table, the man you had come here to see turning to face them as well.
