Tomura was honestly used to people acting out with either physical or emotional violence. In the area that he grew up, violence with the solution to nearly every interaction and problem. Those who could not defend themselves were deemed weak and pathetic, and they were trampled and stomped on like rodents or lions amidst a field of rampaging water buffalo. Power, power was everything. Without power you were no better than a common bug that one my come across while outside. Tomura’s father made sure that he understood the importance of power within their society, and his father made sure that Tomura understood who possessed all the power within his household. Any form of competition was swiftly dealt with, even simple gestures of kindness were put down in favor for aggression. To him, short instances told him everything that he needed to know about a person and their temperament. From that instance with Haraka he learned that the other male was calm and collected, not prone to anger, as it would seem. For now, that was the only thing he needed to know, at least at this moment in time. More information would be gathered later down the line, patients bestows benefits. “In some situations, short instances combine with short interactions, are all that one really needs.” He folded his arms over his chest and cocked an eyebrow at the other’s comment. “Are you sure that its instability?” he smiled softly and shook his head. “You know yourself better than anyone, forgive me, I should not have question that fact when asking that question.” He apologized and dipped his head in respect. “When people catch my attention and interest, I must admit that I have a bad habit of getting too excited and forgoing all pleasantries needed within a decent society of manners and gentlemen.” His parents would no doubt be disappointed out his behavior when speaking to this new person. Oh well, their opinion did not matter to him anymore, they were no longer in the picture.
Tomura was honestly apathetic towards the concepts such as honor and morality, they were beneath him and prevented taking necessary actions to achieve success. In his controversial opinion, there was no such thing as good and right, but there was certainly evil in the world. But even then, thing that were considered evil could be justified in certain situations. But he believed that there were some acts which could be inherently evil and could not be justified no matter how hard one would try. Now, what is good is too subjective to be real, or well that is at least how Tomura saw it. Usually, in his experience at least, every good action was born out of a selfish desire, either consciously or unconsciously. Furthermore, what is good could be evil to others, heh, the irony. Instead of believing in good and evil or right and wrong, Tomura liked to believe in what is justifiable and evil or what is grey and evil. Or as his father would say, there is no good or evil, only power and those too weak to seek it. But he was unlike his father in many different ways. For one, Tomura understood that there was power in connections, whereas, his father was to prideful to seek the aid of others. Tomura recognized that his power was not absolute, and that there were somethings that he simply could not do. Therefore, it was his priority to not only grow and expand in personal power, but also through connections with other people, and Tomura would start with Haraka. Haraka was his first target, to befriend him, that was his main goal at this moment in time.
Tomura followed his new acquaintance out of the docks and away from the merchants, away from the bustle of the city, and near the quietness of the wilderness. They suddenly stopped, and Haraka opened up that large bag of his and started to pull stuff out of it. Curious Tomura thought to himself. Haraka had set a glass table with what looks like a wild poppy field painted into it. Haraka then took out some metal cylinders, alongside some oils and fats, and fuel- it was then that Tomura realized that Haraka was fixing to cook them a meal. Tomura took a seat down onto the ground and folded his legs over one another in the crisscross apple sauce manner, he was tempted to interrupt Haraka and deny any food. But interrupting someone who is cooking would be rude and denying food from someone else with a reason is even more rude. Therefore, Tomura decided to simply sit down quietly and watched the young male intently. Then the other male started to explain himself and the reason why the merchants gave him those food. Haraka explained that the snacks and drinks handed to him by the merchants, was so that he can taste test them and then give them feed back on the food. That only confirm that this male was well-connected and well-liked within this small little island. It gave Tomura even more reason to admire and desire his friendship and companionship, or at least for the other to owe him a favor or two. “I see, so you have an arrangement with these people. They would need to trust and respect you a lot in order for them to agree to such an arrangement, wouldn’t they?” He paused for a moment, and folded his arms over his chest. "I guess that is the downfall of being a newbie, people don't trust you as much, though Yona-chan believes that I am deserving of their trust." A vicious smirk would form across his face as he remembered that little test, she gave him. Admittedly, he was both angry and frustrated that strangers had saw him in such a vulnerable state, but there was nothing he could do about that, at least at this moment in time. He also didn't know if he should do something about that little situation, for now, he would allow it to pass; since that moment of weakness allowed him to join the guild. "May I ask what you are cooking?"
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