Number 9
Oogami Taro
He did not expect much out of the village, maybe a little bit of foreign booze and some tail. He found a bar and then another, chatted up a few pretty girls but most of them were overwhelmed by his charisma and failed to give him all of the numbers in their phone number. It was not a new issue for Nine oddly enough, a man with less confidence would have taken these coincidences as rejection but he knew better.
After several good hard drinks and several fruity fizzy ones (who doesn't love a good fuzzy navel), Oogami was regaling a chair with his legendary deeds of valor. None of them were remotely true, well the sea witch was but it was really some hag who threw cans at him rather than commanded denizens of the deep. He stumbled out of the bar with two left feet, his arm over the barkeep he gave the middle-aged burly man a kiss on the cheek before he was thrown out. You're drunk kid, go home.
"I swhears to dunk, I am snot gawd," he slurred as he pulled himself to his feet and stumbled off.
He would wake up several hours in a ditch, a puddle of vomit near his face.
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