Zomura sat there eating his noodles. He enjoyed it so much, he did not even use salt. His tattooed arms exposed to the world. They made people sit several stools away from him. Chou the own came up to the counter to address the woman. Zomura looked over and studied the woman. He saw the parachute sticking out and rose a brow. That explains things, Americans, He went back to his noodles and as he ate he heard a kid, about eight years old run past him. Rather in a hurry. Then came the two bullies. The kind Zomura hated the most. One was five feet tall and four inches. The other was smaller then the other by two inches. The taller one bumped into him spilling some of his noodles onto the floor. 

 He watched them as he stared at the mess on his pants. He was fuming and got up. Everyone else gasped at what the two bullies had done. Worse part, they two where american. Transfer students by the looks of them. He walked over as they pushed the kid down to the ground. The kid was Chou's as he took notice. This only fueled his rage. He walked around Danica and to them. They did not know he was behind them. His foot prints kept unnoticeable due to their laughter. He towered over them and pulled from his pocket his switch blade. He hadn't pressed the tiny button that released the blade yet. He moved his hand until it was right beside the bully's ear and pressed it the blade springing into place with a 'shink' sound. The bullies heard it and turned around. They saw him and his tattoos and gulped. 

  "You have ten seconds to get out of my sight, before I make your stay in Japan end right here." He threatened. They ran before he could finish his words. He spat at the ground and looked to the boy. He smiled and with his free hand ruffled the boys hair. He then returned to his seat. "If you like noodles, you should get what I have. It's the best around here" He said as he sat down.