(CHAPTER 20: BOUNTY HUNTER)

I stood in front of the counter, trying to keep my head low. We've manage to make into this town alive, so two towns left to go till we reach the sanctum. But having one more member means one more mouth to fed. Again, I had no choice but to settle down for a work. I can't return back at other Stars for underground fights cause, for as far as I can tell, I am already the talk of the town. So the only job that fit my qualification is-

"Next!"

The loud demonic squeal broke me out from my thoughts, as I take a step forward, for that I am next in the line and towards one of the many counter booths. Inside the booth seated a plump women, wearing a glasses that is two size too small. Her lips were coated in a bloody amount of lipstick, alongside a disturbing amount of perfume that make me choke. He take a quick stare at me, before pulling out a form from the stack on her desk.

"Name." Her voice seems like a motionless robot, sure as hell she love my job.

"Nozomi Rey"

"Sex"

"Male"

"Age"

"14"

"Element user?"

"Yes"

"Ever taken a god fruit before?"

"Wait, what is a god fr-"

"Take you form." She cut off my question and handed me the form before gesturing me to get the fuck out of the line "Wait at section C line eight." "Wait, what is that go-" "Next!!" Argh fuck it, this old faggot. I snatch away the form before walking towards the row and row of chairs behind me. "Section C, line eight…" I mumbled under my breath and walk past people of all kind before finally arriving at my seat. I take a look at my seat, it was taken by a guy beside. Upon seeing me approaching, he waved his hands anxiously, I ignored him and sat down.

"What's your name." He lean towards me, great, a chatterbox, wonderful. I scootch a bit to the edge of the seat, trying to keep my distance away from him. He didn't get the signal and instead lean even closer. Bitch please, I got my privacy. "My name is Toby, and you?" He didn't seem to give up too. "Rey." I replied blankly. "You are going to be a bounty hunter too?" He keep on asking, if I didn't wanted to be a bounty hunter, why am I here.

"What's your hobby?"

"…"

"Favorite color?"

"…"

"You got a girlfriend or maybe a boyfriend?"

"…"

"You are a very weird man though."

"…"

"Are you deaf? Mute? Mentally injured?"

"…"

"Are you, a half breed?"

I feel my body jolting upon the question and I stare at him. He stare at me back, winking. "Am I right?" Shit. I lower down my body, I didn't care about the upcoming test anymore as I stood up and decided to get the hell out of here. One "This man is a half breed!" Would get me a pretty decent beating here. Especially here is the headquarters of the bounty hunters, with professionals entering and exiting.

"Hey, hey, hey." Upon seeing me leaving, he immediately grab my by the wrist. I felt a sudden cold, his hand is, abnormally cold. For the first time I turn around and take a good look at him. He was somewhere at five feet tall, maybe less. And my sense told me he maybe is a boy. With red brown hair and brown pupils. A closer look on his face, he is wet, is he sweating vigorously or what? He is small, but undeniably well built. Wearing golden brown skintight suit, with leather boots and leather gloves. Maybe it was because my sensitivity of heat, maybe it was because she was real cold. I could still feel it through the thick gloves.

"Who, who are you. And why did you know me" I shake his hand away before taking my seat back. "I am a half breed slime, I can sense your difference." He let out a smile, that should explain why he is that cold and wet, I think I should use the phrase slimy here. "Are you excited?" He asked again, this boy just cant stop talking. "For what." I rolled my eyes. "We are on the same section, we will gone to the test together!" He replied, his eyes beamed with happiness.

"The, test?" I know we got somewhat of a test to get your license, but just what test to be precise, I have no idea. "You will know letter on." He winked at me, seems to be a behavior of his. I opened my mouth to ask for more, but was cut out by the sound of the door slamming open. As an old man entered the building with a sheet of list in his hand. He is wearing a thick outfit with a gigantic cigarette in his mouth. Strangely underneath the coat was a pair of sweatpants and a shabby t shirt, nothing too formal. With the cigarette still in his mouth, he shouted:

"SECTION C! FOLLOW ME FOR THE TEST!!"