[CENTER][h1][color=#2dc9e5]MIZUSHIMA MURASAME
水島 村鮫[/color][/h1][/CENTER]
[hr][right][color=gray][color=2dc9e5]Location[/color] — Somewhere in Sapporo
[color=2dc9e5]Interacting[/color] — [@Mcmolly][/color][/right][hr]

[indent]There he stood. The proving ground. The line inside [i]WcDenji's[/i]. There were many proving grounds to come, and each with their own distinct challenges, but this one? He had conquered this one before. He knew what he wanted, knew what alterations to make. He rehearsed them in his mind, one after the other, carefully preparing himself. Saika had even gone so far as to put in her order first, giving him ample time to prepare himself. All he had to do was march right up to the cashier, tell her what he wanted for breakfast, and then wait for his order.

But few things could have prepared him for what occurred next. It was still early, but his companion [i]hadn't ordered breakfast[/i]. He knew the WcDenji's breakfast well. Enjoyed it quite a bit, even. The eggs were always well-cooked, the hash browns tasty, and their apple pies were wonderful. Even their hotcakes, drenched in the tiny little cups of syrup he so valiantly struggled against, counted themselves amongst his favorite fast food items. But he couldn't just order breakfast. Saika had decided to have an early lunch, clearly, and he would look a fool if he were to undermine her decision like that. Worse yet, she had finished her order, leaving him to step up and take command of the situation.

It was a difficult decision. But, if he was to become a Pro-Hero, he would have to make many difficult decisions in the years to follow. A Hero had to be decisive, unflinching in the face of adversity, and prepared for any eventuality. As he loomed heavy before the counter, there was a resolve behind his eyes. He knew what to do.

[color=2dc9e5]"Hi. I'll uh, I'll have two WcMuffins, a WcSizzle large, some WcWedges, with extra Wac sauce if ya can. A BigWac, two Quarter Drowners, one with cheese, and uh... Y'know, what the heck? Throw a WcNib in there,"[/color] It was bold enough to order a hybrid of both the breakfast [i]and[/i] lunch menus, but to add in a limited menu option like the WcNib? What a rush.

[color=2dc9e5]"Oh! And a diet Mr Peter, please an' thank ya. Tryna watch my sugar."[/color]

While the poor worker clicked away at his order, he stood off to the side with Saika, feeling positively radiant with his snap decision making. Bringing up his relatives once again caused his hand to go to his head, rubbing bashfully at the back of it.

[color=2dc9e5]"I dunno. I've never really been this far away from home before, so I'm already kinda missin' my folks,"[/color] He admitted, as sheepish as someone of his stature could, [color=2dc9e5]"My gramps went by Mariner when he was still bustin' heads in the street, but he's mostly in the management game now. Ya probably wouldn't have heard of my sis, on account of her just startin', but she goes by Frenzy. Y'know, like... Like feedin' frenzy?"[/color]

He hadn't much liked the name when she told him, but he didn't dare mention that. After all, he couldn't deny the symbolism it evoked was... accurate, to say the least.

[color=2dc9e5]"How 'bout you? Your folks in the business? Or are you a first generation?"[/color]
[/indent]