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[Right]Interacting with/Mentioning: [@PrankFox](Kenzan)[/Right][hr]

On the way home, yet another store caught his eye: a bookstore. Kudo's bookstore. He'd only been there a couple of times, as he could get a lot of stuff online for free, and also because he was usually broke. But if he was going to be researching firearms from WWII, and important figures like John Moses Browning, a bookstore would be a pretty decent place to start. He split off from the path he was taking towards the bookstore.

Stepping inside, he took a quick look around. Where would he start? WWII? American history? Would they even have those kinds of books? Maybe they'd have books on firearms, or books that detailed old war tactics. Given that it's an American handgun, it would probably be wise to start there. Guess it was time to start looking.

He looked through the many shelves and their genres. Fiction, sci-fi, horror... history! [color=ed1c24]"Ah ha! Here we go."[/color] He stood there, scanning the spines of the books. Many were quite thick, likely either detailing a lengthy period, or going into great detail on a smaller period. There was the Meiji period, Edo period, modern Japan. He widened his search to a few more shelves.

That's when he noticed a tall, lanky figure sitting with a computer. He looked familiar. Ken-something. Kendo? No that wasn't it. Kenshiro? No, that wasn't it either. Ken...zo. No, that was wrong too. Suddenly, he was struck with the answer, Kenzan! He remembered him from the dinner party back home. He didn't stay for too long. Maybe he had somewhere to be. He called out as he approached. 

[color=ed1c24]"Hey there, uh, Kenzan right? Asumi dragged you along for the impromptu dinner party the other day. How've you been?"[/color]