Chapter 2 : An Annoying Angel

The next day dawned, casting its pale light upon the world. Shandor, having spent the night amidst the embrace of alcohol-induced slumber, awoke with a heavy head and a sense of longing that lingered in his heart. Seeking a semblance of normalcy, he found himself once again drawn to the humble Ramen Stand, the aroma of simmering broth beckoning him.

Entering the bustling eatery, Shandor took a seat at the counter, his crimson eyes surveying the scene with detached interest. He ordered a bowl of steaming ramen, the familiar comfort food that offered a fleeting respite.

As he savored each mouthful of the steaming ramen, Shandor's thoughts drifted in and out of focus. The memories of battles fought and comrades lost mingled with the taste of the noodles, creating a bittersweet symphony in his mind.

"Every day is the same..." He can't help but sigh, memories are an unpleasant concept. "As if that wasn't enough..." Being in a sour mood today, he didn't want such a person to bother him.

Just as he finished his meal, a familiar presence made itself known. Azazel, one of the leaders of the supernatural world, approached Shandor's table with a mischievous grin. Despite their acquaintance, Shandor couldn't help but feel a pang of annoyance at the interruption.

"Well, well, if it isn't the infamous Shandor," Azazel greeted, his voice tinged with playful curiosity. "Mind if I join you for a moment?"

Shandor raised an eyebrow, his crimson eyes piercing through the facade of pleasant conversation. "What brings you here, Azazel? I hope it's not just for idle chatter."

Azazel chuckled, taking a seat across from Shandor. "You know me, always looking for interesting company. Plus, I heard some rumors about you, and I thought it'd be worth investigating."

Shandor sighed inwardly, preparing himself for the tiresome exchange that was to come. "And what rumors might those be?"

Azazel leaned forward, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Word has it that you've caught the attention of some powerful individuals. Allies, if you will. What's your take on that, Shandor?"

Shandor's gaze hardened as he locked eyes with Azazel. "Allies? I don't concern myself with such matters. The supernatural world can find its own path. I have no interest in entangling myself in the web of alliances and power struggles."

A smirk tugged at Azazel's lips. "Ah, the aloof loner act. It suits you, Shandor. But you can't deny that having some trusted comrades by your side could make your journey a little less lonesome."

Azazel leaned back in his seat, his gaze never leaving Shandor's intense stare. "You may choose to walk alone, but even the strongest warriors need support from time to time. We're living in tumultuous times, Shandor, and the lines between friend and foe are becoming increasingly blurred."

Shandor scoffed, a hint of bitterness creeping into his voice. "I've seen enough betrayals and broken alliances to know that relying on others only leads to disappointment and heartache. I won't subject myself to such vulnerability."

Azazel's eyes narrowed, his playful demeanor fading for a moment. "You speak as if trust is an impossibility, Shandor. But true strength lies not only in one's individual power but also in the bonds forged with others. It's a lesson you would do well to remember."

Shandor's grip tightened on his chopsticks, the tension in the air growing palpable. "I've grown tired of lessons and advice. The world can continue its machinations ; I will stand alone, unaffected by the whims and betrayals of others."

Azazel leaned forward once again, his voice softening. "I understand your reservations, Shandor. But know this : there are those who would stand by your side, who believe in your strength and respect your choices. Should you ever find yourself in need, remember that allies can be more than just pawns in a game."

Shandor's patience wore thin, and a surge of power emanated from within him. The air around him crackled with an intense aura, sending a chill down Azazel's spine.

"Enough," Shandor's voice echoed with a commanding tone. "I have no need for allies or companions. I walk my path alone. Now, tell me, Azazel, what is it that you truly want?" His authority sent chills to Azazel who can only lay low.

Azazel, momentarily taken aback by the display of power, composed himself with a chuckle. "Well, well, Shandor. You always were one to make a statement. I suppose I'll leave you to your solitude. But remember, the supernatural world is ever-changing, and it may not be as easy to remain detached as you think."

Finally, Azazel rose from his seat, his gaze filled with a mixture of admiration and concern. "Shandor, I won't push you any further. But remember, the path you walk may be solitary, but it doesn't have to be lonely."

With those parting words, Azazel turned and walked away, leaving Shandor to his thoughts and the remnants of his ramen. He also stood up leaving a tip. He had knocked out everyone here so that was the least he could do.

'He's not wrong, but I no longer need that. The friends I had are long gone, and I can only blame myself. I can't envision experiencing friendship again.' Without further thought, the towering man made his way to a supermarket to purchase food, but above all, alcohol.

Once there, he perused the shelves, and his gaze fell upon rows of bottles, their contents promising a temporary escape from the burden of his immortal existence. Shandor selected a few favorite bottles, knowing well that they would be his companions in the nights to come.

With his purchases in hand, he made his way to the counter, the cashier offering a polite smile that went unnoticed by Shandor. The mundane transaction completed, he tucked the bottles into a bag and left the supermarket, his thoughts consumed by a sense of resignation.

Usually, he paid no attention to the passersby on the street. Tokyo was filled with people. This time, however, he sensed a particularly intriguing aura in some way.

His eyes immediately focused on the source of such an aura, to his surprise, it was a girl ? Despite the cap and mask she wore, he could easily see that she was still young. Maybe 15-16 years old ?

"Why does a young girl possess such determination?" His Observation Haki was powerful in assessing a person's strength.

There were no other Haki users or Devil Fruit users apart from him, who possessed Haki, of course. Despite that, he could still sense a person's aura and their will. That girl got a good one, reminds him of a certain straw hat...

"Ano... Is there something, Oni-chan?"

Damn it, he had gotten lost in his thoughts.

Before him stood the girl he had observed a moment ago, and despite her mask, he could tell she was smiling. In what mess had he gotten himself this time...