Tuesday Morning, July 19th, 2500
Krillin's story, which was a long one indeed, was on to planet called Namek, after defending Earth from two alien invaders who killed many of his friends. He and his friends were after legendary objects called Dragon Balls, items that kids all over the world had heard about only in bedtime stories. Yet, according to this old man, they were real, perhaps even still are. Unfortunately, they weren't the only ones after these Dragon Balls...
Krillin was so engrossed in telling his tale that he didn't notice Bakuto in the crowd as he picked up a small rock. In fact, he didn't see the rock until the last second, as it emerged from the crowd. He stopped speaking mid sentence and closed his eyes. The rock hit him square in the forehead, and he sighed an exasperated sigh, clearly unharmed but quite annoyed.
He then opened his eyes and asked, "Okay, which one of you kids did that? That was very rude."
Without saying anything, everyone who stood near Bakuto took one obvious step away from him. Krillin noticed the movement in the crowd, even though he was still shorter than most of them. To get a better view, he jumped up onto his staff, balancing on top of it with ease. From this elevated position, he could make out Bakuto's face. "You there. I want you to do pushups until I'm done with my story. Maybe that will keep you busy if you're bored. Also, what's your name?"