[center][h1][color=yellow]Sume-san[/color][/h1][/center]
On top of a nearby roof, a strange striped fish-like was standing by, watching the gently organized chaos below, with an erstwhile and equally strange companion Blob-fish flopped over the railing next to him.

[b][color=yellow]"What do you think, Mob?"[/color][/b] The fish-creature said. [b][color=yellow]"Should we help out?"[/color][/b]
"Misery is the best flavor for a cheese sandwich." The Blobfish replied.
[b][color=yellow]"Ah, you're right, we don't really know whether or not we can even hit them."[/color][/b] The fish creature said, nodding as if he understood.

In reality, he didn't but talking to Mob helped him gather his thoughts. Mob only ever said strangely cryptic things which Sume always felt like he was relating to in some way. Perhaps to some it would be an indication to keep on pressing his ever-present companion on the hopes it would ignite something in his memory, but he'd already tried that a long time ago.

It was strange to say it, but people underestimated how long he had been missing his memory for. He told many Yokai about it but they never seemed to realize that between the time he had lost his memory and the time he was telling them he had, that he had been learning and creating new memories the whole time because putting effort into recovering his old ones had been proving fruitless for a long time. He'd learnt plenty about the world in between then and now, and in terms of knowledge he was practically a native Yokai now.

He was however still lacking knowledge in certain areas just because of his own strange nature, such as whether or not any of his forms could actually hit ghosts right now; since he wasn't quite sure what their attacks were composed of. Still, it would probably be a nice gesture to show himself. He was sort of a powerful associate to the Chasers in a way. He liked how there were a variety of people in their group and their cakes were very good, so he sometimes accompanied Chasers on missions if they seemed interesting enough.

[b][color=yellow]"Alright, let's go!"[/color][/b] He said, picking up mob by biting down on his head.

He stepped off the roof and came down, almost running directly down the wall; before jumping off just before he hit the ground and going into a forward somersault. He trotted merrily along, dodging all the ghosts on the street before sliding into the front door.

He completely ignored the rest of the people and trotted up to the front counter.

[b][color=yellow]"Excuse me!"[/color][/b] He said cheerfully, hopping up onto the counter. [b][color=yellow]"Can I have a chocolate muffin please?"[/color][/b]

It seems he had lost sight of his original objective.
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