"The hell do you want punk?" the thug asked. Neru didn't reply and squeezed his nose tightly with his hands. The thug dropped him, and cried in pain. "I wonder what you will do next" Neru smirked. The crowded area had become quiet and people had backed off from the two. It was sort of like a fight club, the restuarant rather than an actually dining place. The thug, now with space, tried landing a punch. To Neru, the punch was very slow. He dodged it with ease and landed a haymaker of a punch as a counter which sent the thug flying out of the room. The restuarant was filled with cheer and applause as that man was harassing the people in the restaurant. Neru didn't know this as the thug was on the second floor causing all messes.
Neru waited for another hour and delivered strange delacacies, from Boiled Octopus with ink, to Tomato Rat Stew. He was loving the reactions of the customers as he explained the dishes to them. It was a day he defintely enjoyed.