With more than two hundred followers and a powerful patron, there's nothing I can't do. But when it comes down to it, he always gets in my way. The st...ubborn old man Higashidani. He's pretty tough; none of my men can deal with him. You're a street fighter. I want you to take care of him.Sanosuke: Don't say it like I'm an assassin. Whether he dies or not is up to fate; it's got nothing to do with me. If I enjoy the fight, that's all that matters.(Outside the Higashidani house. Kihei holds a bow. The week was better as me and Sheena got chatting quite often. I was happy as at least I could flirt with my bombshell and got assured that she likes my company even on messaging.The whole week we were connected and flirted carelessly, on friday we didn’t chat much besides the customary “What are your weekend plans”. I said I had no plans and no intention of making one and she said she also had no plan but don’t wanna be home on the weekend. I didn’t respond to her statement which I believe. While we were out for breakfast I asked her if she had any idea of what we could do that afternoon. She had the same response as usual, no idea. As we left the restaurant an idea came to me. I told her to go back in and get two small plastic glasses. The place had a gravel parking lot, I told her to fill up one glass with gravel as I filled the other. She asked, ?What are we going to do with these??. I told her you’ll see. On the way back I stopped at a local park that had somewhat of. “Newcastle Brown Ale, please Sue!” he called.I shifted restlessly, realising that this was going to get uncomfortable. I fiddled with my phone, put it on the counter and then took three slow swallows, just enjoying the flavour and the little, sharp fizz against the back of my throat, before I said anything.“Jeff, you’re a cunt.”In my peripheral vision, I saw his glass descend to the bar, now only half full of the rich, pale liquid he always preferred.“That’s fair, Marco” he said quietly. “I.