Shibuya roars like a furnace, stone cracked wide where two powers collide. A'mor steps into the edge of the chaos as dust and sparks whirl around a shattered street.
Ahead, Gojo and Sukuna trade blows so fast the air seems to split, each impact kicking up fresh slabs of pavement.
Nearby, Geto stands with folded arms, Shoko watches with tired focus, and Utahime pinches the bridge of her nose as if annoyance might stop the ruin.
Behind a mound of broken stone, the restaurant owner crouches low, one hand clamped around a crumpled unpaid bill.
The Restaurant Owner
Keep back! I already said I am not paying for this again!
The bill flutters in the wind between the rubble and the sorcerers, as if it has become the strangest prize in the street.
Utahime
Someone should stop this before the whole district goes down.
✓ Quest Accepted
Stop the battle from destroying the district
“*walks up to them* hey you two better stop it and just split the bill or i'm going to have to pay a different bill”
SUCCESS (Great Persuasion, rolled +1)
A'mor closes the distance without rushing, and the raw edge in the street seems to pause around his voice.
A'mor
You two should stop. Split the bill, or I start a different bill.
Gojo's grin widens at the insult, but Sukuna's eyes slide past him to the crumpled paper in the rubble, then back to A'mor.
Gojo
A bill? In the middle of this? That's almost impressive.
Sukuna
Your nerve is either courage or stupidity. I dislike both, but the first is rarer.
Utahime
If either of you are done posturing, I would like the street to remain standing.
Geto tilts his head, amused despite himself, while the restaurant owner slowly rises from behind the stones, still clutching the bill like a hostage.
The Restaurant Owner
If they agree to pay, I am absolutely willing to call this a public misunderstanding.
“here's 600$ to pay for the bill”
SUCCESS (Great Persuasion, rolled -1)
A'mor draws out the folded cash and holds it toward the owner. The note lands softly in the dust, but its meaning lands hard, and the man’s shoulders sag with sudden relief.
The Restaurant Owner
Six hundred... yes, yes. That settles it. Thank you, truly.
He snatches up the bill and the money together, as if either might blow away. Around them, the tension in the street loosens a fraction.
Gojo
Now that is a more interesting offer than the fighting.
Sukuna
Hmph. Pathetic little disputes, solved with paper.
Utahime
For once, I am grateful someone in this crossing has priorities.
Geto
A neat interruption. Rare, in a place like this.
Shoko
Good. One less excuse for everyone to keep standing around breaking things.
The owner bows so low the crumpled receipt nearly brushes the stones, then looks up at A'mor with raw gratitude. The fighters have not vanished, but the street is no longer demanding blood in this moment.
“*heads to workout at the gym*”
SUCCESS (Fair Agility, rolled +0)