TWENTY-SEVEN...

Walking along the streets was Gates, by his sides were Yusuf and Rosalia, both dressed casually without armor.

Leaving his house with nearly five thousand gold coins, he had given them their coins and had three thousand remaining...Gates wanted to go shopping for the two of them as well as himself, he didn't like the clothes Amon wore.

Turning to Yusuf, he asked

"Where can we go get some clothes, maybe even tailored ones specifically for myself...you both get whatever you want, I'll pay."

"Well, there's the unisex clothing store that most Nobles go to...Demi-Trim Fit stores." Yusuf said as he thought of something more Amons class, the store was also the best in the city, they could create the fit you want in a day as long as they've got your measurements and an idea of what you want.

"Oh? Lead the way." Gates said as they walked in the direction that Yusuf pointed to.

A few minutes later, they reached the store...now it should've been a few minutes past 7pm. Looking at the outside of the store, Gates was impressed, it was fully Glass, intricate designed suites and attires could be seen from the outside.

People still went in and out even at night, walking into the store, Gates looked at the clothes there, and it looked like something those England Princes and princesses wore for events back on earth. He didn't like them, it was no different from what he wa wearing right now.

He wanted casual fits, something like a hoodie and some sweatpants, he really didn't give a damn if anyone else got transmigrated from earth here... why should he train and fight and even die in some tight pants and stuck up button up shirts.

Though he couldn't say the same about the two beside him whom had already started ogling the different clothes around him,

"Go, pick whatever just meet me later when you're done..." Gates said as he didn't even turn to look at them before going to an attendant.

"Hey, show me where the manager is." Gates said without much joy to his tone as the attendant looked him up and down, accepting he sort of have some money but to meet the manager was not something a child should request.

"Sorry, the manager is busy right now." She said as she turned her attention else where but still putting up a smile while rejecting the request.

"Hahah wait isn't that the timid Amon? Man where have you been?" A voice called out to him just as he was about to curse this attendant.

Turning his head he saw a brown haired kid, slightly bigger than he was with two others beside him, same colored hair but looked different individually.

They were all dressed in that stuck up attire that Gates found dreadful, so without paying new any more attention he turned back to the attendant to speak to her when she immediately turned respectful towards them

"Ah young master Donald, pleasure to have you in our stores yet again...what would you like me to do for you?" Said the attendant in a very respectable tone compared to the was she answered Gates, ignoring him as well.

Getting pissed off, he said nothing as Donald came towards him, ignoring the attendant,

"Amon bro, remember how close we are? Won't you give your brother your money to get you the best things?" Donald said, wrapping his arm around Gates neck.

"Remove that filthy thing from me or I'll break it for you."

Maybe because he was shocked or because the way Gates spoke was so much different from the character he took over, but Donald removed his arm...

Realising his mistake from how he reacted, his face changed into one of anger,

"How dare you, you little shit." Donald said grabbing Gates by his collar

SLAP....SLAM

Gates slapped him, the strength from his slap throwing Donald a distance from him, slamming into a bunch of mannequins that wore sets of designer attires...

The attendant as well as the two boys that followed after Donald were shocked by his actions as Gates spoke,

"You two, pick him up and get the fuck out of my sight...and you," He ordered, turning to the attendant whom stood straight from his gaze,

"Bring me the fucking manager."

With the commotion that just happened, Rosalia and Yusuf came to where he was, seeing the large distance that he slapped the kid to, as well as all the fallen mannequins on the floor.

"Youngest master?" Yusuf voiced out, as Rosalia stood beside Gates, not saying a word by looking at him closely.

"Don't worry, just a rat. Have you picked out what you want?" He asked them both as he saw Rosalia's gaze, trying not to put it to mind.

"Yes, I've left them at a different spot before I came..." Yusuf said before looking at Rosalia, whom looked at Gates throughout...

"You couldn't find your size?" Gates asked her and she gave a nod, although sad.

He held her hand,

"Don't worry, they'll make you some or ill burn this place." Reassuring her as they waited for the manager to come, and did he come rushing out like a child who heard an ice cream truck...

"Who. Who did this??!" She shouted out as she turned to Gates and the two behind him.

"Come here, manager." He said to her using his hands to gesture for her to come closer.

Walking towards him with an annoyed expression given that he wa a child but the two that followed him looked strong.

From the report that her attendant gave her, she said it was the kid that caused the damage to her store, however the more she looked at the kid, she didn't think he was strong enough..

"Did you cause the damage to my store?" She asked the kid,

"I didn't, it was some rat named Donald. Now for more important matters, I want some custom made attires for my friend and I"