"Darn it! You little whelp!" A man with toque, presumably the head chef, burst out of the kitchen. "You causing trouble in my bar again?!"

The young man grimaced. "It ain't your bar! Who sells sushi in a bar anyway? Go build your own restaurant!"

Meanwhile, Kenta was chortling. "See? They always fight here. It's really funny!" he managed to say at Ahiru. The rest of the bar was watching, a few chuckling.

"Don't make me force you to take out the garbage!" The head chef yelled, jabbing his knife into the bar counter with sheer ferocity that it scared the living daylights out of Ahiru who happened to be seated near the fight. "You're like this everyday!"

"What'd you say?" The young man argued back. "I'm not always like this! I just can't serve something raw to the customer, darn it!"

"Haha!" Kenta laughed as Ahiru awkwardly stared at him. "Um, Kenta, you practically know almost everyone in this town right? So how come you ordered salmon when you knew he'd create an outburst?!"

"Oh. I forgot." Kenta frankly said. "Sometimes Ritsu isn't in charge and he cleans up instead." He pointed at him. "He really likes to clean."

"Hey! Customer!" Ahiru turned and saw Ritsu shouting to her. "Is it okay if you change your or-"

"Scoundrel!" In an instant, RItsu was pulled away and knocked into the wine shelves. "Yer can't do that! Yer gotta be callow to say sumthin' like that!"

"You shut up Hocho." Ritsu snarled.

"Oh, I'm sorry yer Highness, here's yer tea and crumpets." The stout man named Hocho taunted.

"What about him?" Ahiru asked. Kenta was biting on a toothpick. "He's Hocho, the sous-chef under Ritsu. He works with sushi too, mostly futomaki." Kenta sulked. "Ughh… Futomaki… I wanna eat…"

"I may be second to yer but at least I have some common sense!" Hocho yelled. Ritsu was giving him the death stare. "If they want sushi then so be it! But I can't stand anymore of this, Ritsu, you jerk!"

"Bad news!" A man burst inside the bar, all flushed. "He's here!"

The people in the bar started muttering to each other. Ahiru was even more confused. What's with this town? Is it like this everyday?!

"Saw Foot, huh…" Hocho scoffed. "He'd better not be any trouble."

"Darn right." Ritsu vehemently agreed.

"Saw Foot?" Ahiru said, turning to Kenta. "Who's he?"

"Oh, he's not a funny fellow like Ritsu." Kenta slumped on the bar counter, drooling. "People are afraid of him because he has this strange power like Soul Fusion."

"Soul Fusion?" Ahiru recalled Kenta mentioning it. "Wasn't it where two souls fused together in the same body?"

"Exactomundo. The thing is, those souls have to be a living thing." Kenta said. "Inanimate objects can't fuse with other living things except themselves."

Ahiru frowned. There was no real answer that Kenta was giving her. "So you're saying that this Saw Foot… he fused with an object?"

"Exactomundo." Kenta said. "They don't call him Saw Foot for nothing, ya know. That's because…"

The batwing doors burst open, a young man walking in. He had the bar's full attention as he sauntered towards the bar counter. He sat down two seats away from Ahiru, put a leg up on the stool and pretended as though it was just a Sunday morning.

The bar continued with their chitchat.

"… he's a human chainsaw."

Yes! I finished it… I didn't think I'd have to do so little but yes! One step closer. I hope I'll be able to post more.