39:- GlowUp

As Ichiro and Bladwin entered the shop, they were greeted by racks of men's clothing neatly arranged throughout the store. The place seemed to be well-stocked with various garments, from casual wear to more formal attire.

As Ichiro and Bladwin approached the counter, Ichiro's eyes widened in recognition. Standing behind the counter was none other than James Edward, a person from Ichiro's childhood whom he hadn't seen in many years.

Ichiro couldn't believe his eyes. He exclaimed, "James! Is that really you?"

James turned toward Ichiro, a puzzled expression on his face, but then his eyes widened in surprise. "Ichiro? Is that really you?" he responded, his voice filled with disbelief. as he fixed his glasses.

James Edward, standing behind the counter of his shop, appeared clean and neat in his attire. He was a tall man in his 20s with impeccable grooming. His neatly combed brown hair framed his face, and his yellow-green-hued eyes sparkled with intelligence. James wore rectangular-shaped glasses, with decorative lines on the frames, which added to his air of sophistication and calmness. His presence exuded a sense of professionalism and refinement, making him an ideal shopkeeper for the upscale establishment.

Ichiro and James embraced each other warmly, and Ichiro couldn't help but remark on how much James had changed. Ichiro couldn't help but comment on how James had changed, teasing him about still being taller. Their laughter echoed through the shop.

James: (Smiling) It's a pleasure to meet you, Bladwin. Any friend of Ichiro's is a friend of mine. Please, have a seat.

Bladwin: (Nods) Thank you, James. Ichiro has told me a lot about you.

James: (Chuckling) Oh, I hope it was all good things.

Ichiro: (Grinning) Don't worry, James. I only shared the best stories.

As they settled into the room, they began a friendly conversation.

James: (Apologetic) Ichiro, I'm really sorry for not keeping in touch. Moving to Dork 3 and setting up this shop took up most of my time, and I lost track of many things. But I'm glad you found me.

Ichiro: (Nods) It's okay, James. I understand that life gets busy. I'm just happy to see you again.

Bladwin: (Curious) So, how do you two know each other so well?

Ichiro: (Smiles) James and I go way back. We were friends and comrades when we were just kids, around ten years old. You see, James didn't want to continue living as a punching bag for the higher-ups on Mars. He wanted a better life, so I came up with a plan to send him to the Dort Colonies.

Bladwin listened intently as Ichiro continued to share the story of their past and how he had helped James escape to Dork 3.

Bladwin nods at the story.

Ichiro: (Looking here and there) These are some nice suit's show me some maybe I will buy them.

James: (Serious) No, I will not let you give me any money. Ichiro you can take any of them.

Ichiro: (Grinning) James, I appreciate the offer, but I insist on paying for those clothes. No freebies for me.

James: (Chuckles) Always the stubborn one, aren't you, Ichiro? Alright, if you're that insistent, we can work out a deal.

Ichiro: (Nods) That's more like it. Oh, and there's one more thing. I need you to help me get Bladwin ready for a date. You know, dress him up and make him look presentable.

James: (Smirking) A date, huh? Well, you've come to the right place. I'll make sure he looks his best.

Ichiro: (Laughs) Thanks, James. You've always been a good friend.

Ichiro: (Grinning) Alright, Bladwin, it's time to let James work his magic. Take off that helmet.

Bladwin: (Slightly hesitant) Are you sure about this, Ichiro?

Ichiro: (Nods) Trust me, Bladwin. You're in good hands.

Bladwin removes his helmet, revealing his square face with a beard at his chin.

Ichiro: (Smirking) Good? The scars are all gone now.

Bladwin: (Raises an eyebrow) You really think changing my hair color is necessary?

Ichiro: (Playfully) Absolutely! We want you to be unrecognizable.

James, the expert, gets to work, making Bladwin over into a new man.

James: (Focused) Don't worry, Bladwin. I'll make sure you look completely different. You'll be ready for that date in no time.

Bladwin: (Sighs) Alright, do your worst, James.

As James begins his transformation, Bladwin and Ichiro exchange playful banter, trusting their friend to give Bladwin a fresh new look that will leave everyone surprised.

James: (Working on Bladwin) Hold still, Bladwin. This will only take a moment.

Bladwin patiently sits through the transformation process, while Ichiro explores various robes.

Ichiro: (Examining a robe) Hmm, this one's not bad. What do you think, Bladwin?

James' assistant continues to show Ichiro different options, and he takes his time deciding on the perfect outfit.

Ichiro: (Smiling) Ah, this one's a winner! Thanks for your help, James Assitant.

James Assitant : (Nods) Anytime, Sir.

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Ichiro: (Staring at Bladwin in amazement) James, you've outdone yourself! Bladwin, you look like a completely different person.

Bladwin: (Touching his face in awe) I can't believe it. This is... incredible.

James: (Grinning) Well, I do take pride in my work. It's amazing what modern technology can do. Your appearance is altered just enough to keep you incognito, but not so much that you'll look suspicious.

Bladwin's hair, once long and unkempt, had been trimmed into a stylish and manageable length. The dark brown color of his hair complemented his new, lighter skin tone. His once piercing blue eyes had transformed into a warm hazel, giving him a softer and less intimidating look. The scar near his right eye remained as a reminder of his past, but it now added character to his handsome face.

Ichiro: (Pleased) Perfect. Now, you won't have to worry about anyone recognizing you.

Bladwin: (Still adjusting to his new look) It's going to take some getting used to, that's for sure.

James: (Handing Bladwin a mirror) Here, take a look for yourself.

Bladwin examines his reflection in the mirror and is left speechless.

Bladwin: (Slowly) I look... like a different person. Thank you, James.

James: (Patting Bladwin on the back) My pleasure.

Ichiro notices that on the right pillar of the room where James and Bladwin had arrived had a paper pasted on the wall. Ichiro readsit and asks James that does he sell's hand guns too.

James: (Leading Ichiro and Bladwin to the room with firearms) Now, gentlemen, this is where I keep my collection of handguns and revolvers. I have a variety of options here, so I'm sure you'll find something that suits your taste.

The room was lined with an array of firearms, each uniquely designed and displayed meticulously on the walls.

Ichiro: (Eying the selection) Impressive. Show me a Desert Eagle. It's always been my favorite.

James reaches for a Desert Eagle and hands it to Ichiro. It's a custom-made black Desert Eagle with a silver skull design on the grip.

Ichiro: (Examining the firearm) This is perfect. The grip feels just right.

James: (Smiling) I'm glad you like it. It's a powerful piece.

Ichiro decides to purchase the Desert Eagle, knowing that it's a reliable choice for self-defense.

Bladwin: (Looking at the handguns) I'll take a look at the revolvers. Show me something that packs a punch.

James retrieves a sleek ebony black magnum with a white grip, which he presents to Bladwin.

Bladwin: (Handling the revolver) This one feels solid. I'll take it.

Bladwin decides on the magnum, appreciating its balance and firepower.

James: (Nods) Excellent choices, gentlemen. Let me get these packaged up for you.

James carefully prepares the firearms for Ichiro and Bladwin, ensuring that they are safely stored and ready for transport.

Ichiro: (Paying for the Desert Eagle) Thanks, James. These will come in handy.

Bladwin: (Completing his purchase) Agreed. We appreciate your help, James.

James: (Handing over the packaged firearms) It's my pleasure. Just remember to use them responsibly. If you ever need more or anything else, don't hesitate to reach out.

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James: (With a sense of energy) Ichiro, I can't thank you enough for what you did back then. Life here on Dork is so much better than it ever was on Mars. The constant struggle and death – it's all in the past. But, to be honest, I'm planning on leaving Dork soon.

Ichiro: (Curious) Leaving? Why would you want to leave a place where you're doing well?

James: (Reflective) It's about the place, Ichiro. The colonies factory worker's are about to start a revolution and according to what I know that Tekka_a  something will be delievering the weapons. It is highly classified information I got from a cilent.

Ichiro: (Surprised) A revolt? Do you have any idea when this is happening?

James: (Shrugging) I'm not sure of the exact timing, but my client mentioned it's imminent. They're desperate for change, Ichiro.

Bladwin: (Masked by his helmet) Thank you for sharing this information with us, James.

Ichiro: (Grateful) Yes, James, thank you. We'll keep this in mind.

Ichiro and Bladwin refrain from revealing their true affiliations, not wanting to compromise James. Bladwin again wears his helmet and cape.

James: (Nods) Be careful out there, both of you. If you ever need assistance, you know where to find me.

Ichiro and Bladwin bid their farewell to James, their minds racing with the newfound information about the brewing revolution in Dork 3. They exit the shop, their mission taking a more complex turn.

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