Shima isn't the sort to go looking for trouble. If anything, he'd rather sit back and watch someone else find trouble, but not him! Why him? Why is it always him? The shock of getting dumped out of the academy and into whereabouts unknown had been somewhat interesting at first. Obviously, this isn't Japan. He's pretty sure it isn't anywhere he's ever heard about, either, only the widespread panic put a pretty big stopper on any fun exploring he could be doing.
Speaking of widespread panic, there's also widespread danger, which brings us to where Shima is stuck currently. Wrong place, wrong time, and a gang of vandals taking a break from smashing stuff to converge on the out-of-place stranger, looking to be dressed like your typical 21st century teenager who's decided pink is a good color of hair dye to go with. Armed, of course, which is probably what caught their attention. He's not a completely clueless tourist here. Suddenly in a strange place, of course he was going to pull K'rik out and put it together.
But then, why does a kid need a fancy metal staff like that, huh? That's what the head of the vandals seems to think, as that's what he's demanding Shima hand over.
"I mean, I really can't hand this over, right? It's an heirloom. I'd be grounded for the rest of my life if I handed it over to a bunch of lowlifes, yeah? So how about we all just go our own ways and-- whoa! Okay, nevermind!"
Here comes one of them with a... baseball bat? Does this place have baseball? He's not entirely sure and it doesn't look like he'll have the time to ask, instead focusing on leaping back and not getting his head bashed in.
Renzo Shima | Blue Exorcist
"Hey, hey, come on, we don't need to do this!"
Shima isn't the sort to go looking for trouble. If anything, he'd rather sit back and watch someone else find trouble, but not him! Why him? Why is it always him? The shock of getting dumped out of the academy and into whereabouts unknown had been somewhat interesting at first. Obviously, this isn't Japan. He's pretty sure it isn't anywhere he's ever heard about, either, only the widespread panic put a pretty big stopper on any fun exploring he could be doing.
Speaking of widespread panic, there's also widespread danger, which brings us to where Shima is stuck currently. Wrong place, wrong time, and a gang of vandals taking a break from smashing stuff to converge on the out-of-place stranger, looking to be dressed like your typical 21st century teenager who's decided pink is a good color of hair dye to go with. Armed, of course, which is probably what caught their attention. He's not a completely clueless tourist here. Suddenly in a strange place, of course he was going to pull K'rik out and put it together.
But then, why does a kid need a fancy metal staff like that, huh? That's what the head of the vandals seems to think, as that's what he's demanding Shima hand over.
"I mean, I really can't hand this over, right? It's an heirloom. I'd be grounded for the rest of my life if I handed it over to a bunch of lowlifes, yeah? So how about we all just go our own ways and-- whoa! Okay, nevermind!"
Here comes one of them with a... baseball bat? Does this place have baseball? He's not entirely sure and it doesn't look like he'll have the time to ask, instead focusing on leaping back and not getting his head bashed in.