"Oh, right. Why were you guys beating those guys up? Did they cuckold you?"
Alistair killed the motorcycle engine and asked the thugs with keen interest.
The thugs exchanged glances, and finally pushed one guy forward.
The guy pointed at the leather-jacketed punk beside Alistair who had held his inner shirt earlier. "He and a few buddies were severely beaten, so he called the boss and the crew to catch the guys. They were so beaten that they could only remember the name Jiro Morita, not the faces. So we just went out asking and grabbed these guys. The others who got beat up are still lying down, so they didn't come."
...
Oh, so it was my fault. Well, never mind then.
Alistair turned his head and gave the leather-jacketed punk a pointed stare. The intense look made the punk's legs tremble. Alistair gave him a menacing look, which made him stand poker straight and nod. To the surrounding thugs, this looked like Alistair agreeing with their explanation. In reality, the nod was an order for the punk to keep Alistair's involvement a secret. Alistair nodded back; this person was very perceptive and easy to train.
Alistair cleared his throat, looked at the thugs, and declared loudly, "You can certainly beat these guys, but don't go too far. I know these guys, after all. Make sure to send them to the hospital, but they have to pay their own medical bills. You don't need to worry about that. Also, pay attention from now on. You guys should listen to this leather jacket guy for now. When I'm interested, I'll come and properly teach you how to run the streets. Alright, I'm leaving. You can do whatever you want."
Alistair hadn't expected those guys to actually go looking for trouble near the school and get beaten up by him, only to then blindly hunt based on a name. Tsk tsk. What an undeserved calamity for Jiro Morita.
Speaking of which, shouldn't he call Mina's family soon? He hadn't yet seen how beautiful the mother who gave birth to such a beautiful, foolish woman was. He'd give them a call later and explain how badly their dear daughter was being played by Alistair. The daughter's lack of discipline is the mother's fault. He'd have to properly educate the mother as well.
Lost in thought, Alistair started the bike and rode aimlessly down the road.
"Hey, beautiful, what's your name?" Alistair's tone was entirely disrespectful, but the Red-Haired Girl showed no displeasure and obediently introduced herself.
"My name is Rei Waseda. I'm a third-year student at Sakura Public Academy. Hello, underclassman."
The school uniforms are all different, but the Red-Haired Girl was very familiar with Alistair's, as she attended the same school.
"Oh, my, my. Hello, upperclassman. I'd really like to chat with you about roses~ How about we find a place for a good talk?"
Alistair's lips curled up, the flirtatious meaning in his words blatant.
"Ah, well, the guy you just beat up was my boyfriend. If you have needs, maybe I could introduce you to some other pretty friends..."
The Red-Haired Girl rejected him somewhat indirectly. Although she had just become the biker's girlfriend, she hadn't slept with him easily. She valued herself.
Her body was her leverage for improving her status. The more she used it, the less valuable it became, so the most expensive time had to be chosen carefully. Plus, she had a childhood friend, and if things didn't work out, she could go back to him.
Furthermore, she could tell from Alistair's tone that he didn't care about her feelings. Given Alistair's sudden violence moments ago, she was afraid he might just slap her. Who knew what this seemingly temperamental guy would do? She had a few friends who were looking to become prostitutes, so what did it matter if she introduced them to him? It wasn't her loss.
"Oh, really? Ah~ I'm so sad. I'm so sad. Nah, nah~ ↑~↓~↑~↓. I'm so sad that I can't guarantee what I'll do next, you know~ ↑~↓~↑~↓."
Alistair slowed the motorcycle, turned his head, showing only his profile to her, speaking in a strange, singsong tone. His expression gradually became sinister and frightening. Rei Waseda, who was pressed so close to him, wanted to shove him away, but she realized in time that they were still on the motorcycle. She didn't dare jump off, so she simply pulled away from him.
"Heh↓heh↘heh→heh↗heh↑heh↺. Oh, my, my, Sen↗pai↘, are you trying to get off? I already told you, right↺? You are my spoils of war↺. If you want to do anything, you should carefully con↓sid↑er the con↓se↑quences, nah~ ↑~↓~↑~↓."
Alistair's expression and tone became increasingly perverted and sinister, chilling Rei Waseda to the bone. She trembled, feeling her future was utterly dark.
I'm screwed!
Rei Waseda's mind went blank, leaving only that word to interpret her future.
Alistair, sensing Rei Waseda's change in mood, turned his head back and snorted dismissively. In his view, this Red-Haired Girl needed a good beating into submission. Scaring her like this was pretty effective, at least ensuring she would be more obedient later.
As for why Alistair knew these strange vocal tones and mannerisms:
[Roswaal's Manner of Speech: Grants the ability to speak in Roswaal's manner of speech upon use. Item Class.]
[Partial Memories of Aatrox: Grants partial memories of Aatrox upon use, including martial arts, knowledge, etc. Item Class.]
Honestly, the fact that he could draw these two items was utterly ridiculous. Tattoos were one thing, but this? And the memories of the Darkin Blade? Alistair read through them and learned nothing substantial, but the way of speaking and the strange laughter were completely ingrained. It just showed that this lottery-like ability was, in some ways, too "all-encompassing."
Hmm, an arcade?
As Alistair drove, he realized he had reached the commercial district. This area had supermarkets, some luxury stores, arcades, nightclubs, bars, and the local specialty, Pachinko (pinball machines).
Since it was only a little past 10:30 AM, people were at work or school, so the area was quite deserted.
In this country, organized crime is legal, and their sources of income vary. Ostensibly, they collect protection money, but secretly, they deal in smuggling, loan sharking, and forced adult film production.
Alistair looked at the seductive Red-Haired Girl behind him, with her two melons and clothing that strongly resembled suggestive lingerie, and suddenly thought of a way to find some fun. Wasn't this Red-Haired Girl a perfect "organized crime summoner"?
"Get off. We're going to the arcade to play." Alistair stopped outside an arcade, pulled the keys out of the ignition, and casually told the Red-Haired Girl. She was highly useful right now and couldn't be left behind.
Alistair wondered if the owner had issues; a perfectly good arcade was tucked away in a corner. Even with the lights on, it wasn't very bright in the middle of the day, but the selection of games was comprehensive.
Rei Waseda followed Alistair. She had been here many times, and the place was actually quite good, but she had never worn anything like this. She knew there were gangs here. If you came in a group, they wouldn't target you, but dressed like this... that's another story.
Sure enough, not long after they entered, someone was already staring at them from a distance. Alistair was fully clothed now, not exposing his tattoos, so he had no deterrent effect.
But isn't that exactly what Alistair wants?