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Junichiro stirred awake at last, his eyes fluttering open to the starlit sky. Between the smell of fresh air and the grassy bed that he had awoken upon, the freeter had a feeling he wasn't quite in Osaka anymore. Before he stood up to look around, Junichiro quickly closed his eyes once more when he heard the sound of others awakening. He wasn't quite sure where he was, but he also didn't want to deal with strangers after having a rough night's sleep like this... not without first having an idea where he was. Junichiro tried to think back to his last memory, hazy as it was. He was definitely at that FamilyMart, clenching his false weapon tightly and pointing it at the cashier before a sharp pain struck the back of his head, and...

"[color=D358F7]Shit...[/color]" A whispered expletive left the young man's lips as he pondered his situation more. Was there a thug in that store that he pissed off? Or, worse, was it protected by the yakuza? Whatever it was, Junichiro's heart couldn't help but thump quickly as he realized the ramification of his actions. He's heard the stories, after all. A part of him wanted to get caught, to be punished for his actions, but a larger part wanted his fingers and his toes intact. Emptying the contents of his bladder, Junichiro thought to himself just how in the hell was he supposed to get out of this. Hearing them talking amongst themselves, the young man thought they were distracted enough for him to make a run for it! Sitting up, Junichiro was surprised to feel that one of his jacket's pockets still had that familiar weight to it.

Junichiro still had his gun, it seemed.

Without a second thought, Junichiro quickly stood up to face the rest. For a very brief moment, he'd be surprised at how quickly he was able to get up, given his condition. After all, his bad leg hurt the most in the morning, when he would first stand up for today. Chalking it up to adrenaline, the freeter clumsily pulled his false armament out, pointing it in the direction of the flashing smartphone lights. Assuming they were naught but thugs and criminals, and not taking any more time to get his bearings, Junichiro held his airsoft M1911 tightly in both hands in a way that would make a gun enthusiast shake their head. He then shouted to the top of his lungs, ignorant of whatever other dangers may lurk deep within these woods.

"[color=D358F7][b]Don't fuck with me![/b][/color]"