Growing up on Sato Island

[Akura]

Takara slipped back in from his window, slipping off his jacket and sighing. He was bored, there was a fireworks display later this evening, but it wasn't for another couple of hours.

Takara was hungry, but as he moved to the top of the stairs, he heard Sashi and Kimura arguing n the kitchen.

"Then what do we do?" Sashi asked calmly, cleaning down the worktops,

"I don't know hun, I just don't know" Kimura cursed, relaxing, "He wants to evict us if we can't pay up, you know we can't afford his stupid tax"

"He's a tyrant baby, he'll get what's coming to him" Sashi smiled, trying to uphold her optimism,

"As much as I'd like to believe that Sash, we'll be homeless by then" Kimura cursed.

Takara finished up, moving into his room before either of them noticed him listening in.

They were going to be evicted, that must be the owner of this side of the island, claiming what he thinks is his. Arthur Walcott..
Takara hated that, this man sat about all day getting rich and bullying people, and Kimura risked his life everyday to protect Kusari, the tyrant was winning over the hero.

Takara hated that.