[center][h2][color=BFBFBF]Zenkichi Hasegawa[/color][/h2]
Esaka, The Tiered City
Lvl 9 [color=BFBFBF]Zenkichi[/color] (57/90) -> Lvl 9 (58/90) 
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Like Pit, Zenkichi took notice of Amaterasu dashing around the small town and fixing up any damage that the Seekers and Yokai had ended up causing. He gave the maybe-actual-god a wave and a smile for her efforts, bowing to her once he’d caught her attention before carrying on with the group. 

Apparent divinity aside, Amaterasu was very obviously a benevolent presence among the Seekers, going out of her way to fix people’s damaged homes and generally clean the town up from the damage the brawl had caused. It did his Japanese sensibilities good to have somebody so dedicated to preserving public order and helping the little people out on their team. Not that the others were ne’er-do-wells, but…well, some of them were actually just ne’er-do-wells. 

The walk from the little town to Esaka wasn’t much longer, and Zenkichi stared up at the Tiered City, impressed in a much different way than Midgar’s brutal technological marvels. Esaka was actually [i]nice[/i], for one, but it was also a much more natural-feeling city than Midgar was, both in planning and in construction. Though, Zenkichi was very much biased, given that the city had an undeniable Japanese flair to it that gave it a more familiar feeling than Midgar. The robotic sentries guarding the gates definitely felt like Midgar, though. And as Azuma explained their purpose, he couldn’t help but sigh. Gatekeepers, and more than in the literal sense. Ugh. Toxic losers. 

He didn’t waste his breath trying to argue with that. If they wanted to stagnate and die, they were free to do so. Their land would be paved over by the Consuls and turned into some new bloodsport, he was sure. A bunch of the Seekers ran off while Azuma started getting ready to give a tour, but Zenkichi paid them little mind. Harry actually came back fairly quickly with a friend, who Zenkichi gave a small wave as Pit started dashing around and handing out Linkpearls. He quickly attached it to his ear, frowning at the sensation. He’d never been a jewelry guy, but he supposed it was more of an earpiece radio than a proper piece of jewelry, anyway. It just happened to look pretty, too. 

Not having anything he was necessarily looking for, he stuck with the group and turned his attention to the InvestiGator, Azuma. [color=BFBFBF]”So, Inspector, a few of us were interested in joining the tournaments while we’re here. How exactly [i]does[/i] one go about doing so?”[/color] he asked the humanoid crocodilian.