Class G Battle Suit Fighter
A child from the lowest class of society, a simple G-class boy, will impose himself with his fists in a cruel world. He will advance from the sewers and sewers to the top and fame, from class to class, only with his perseverance, his rage, and his ability to survive. But getting out of the gutter is not easy, nor will the elites allow him to advance easily. Will his fists be able to impose himself on his cruel destiny?
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The man behind the counter frowned as soon as he saw the crippled child enter the shop, with one glance he had already judged and condemned him.
"I'm sorry brat but you won't find anything of interest here"
"Don't they sell tools here?"
"Of course we do but I'm not here to waste time"
For some reason Mouse was already expecting that reaction so he looked around and saw a box with basic tools, hammer, wrenches and sockets, screwdrivers, and a small saw. It was a very basic package and didn't seem to be of very good quality, it cost three hundred shillings, a small fortune for a pooper scooper.
"I'll take that box, do I have to put my eye close to the scanner to pay, right?"
The shopkeeper nodded his head suspiciously, pressed a key on his panel and when Mouse approached the eye scanner the shillings were deducted from the box without any problem and the notice of the confirmed sale surprised the shopkeeper.