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Who: Anyone
When: Day 141, Afternoon
Where: Base
What:

[Maybe you're still dealing with the after effects, maybe your day is a bit better (or worse??). After some classy maid and butler service, if you didn't have your fill, by the time lunch rolls around there's a whole lot of seafood cooking. There's a sign taped on the door of the main mess hall:]

"Free food first come first serve! Come say hello!

Good deeds also available if you need help with anything! See the cook! （⌒▽⌒）メ

--Yamamoto"

[sure enough there's a young Japanese man with an apron and a sword strapped on his shoulder, should you venture in. What's up?

Though if you're a certain Tyki Mikk, Yamamoto will come to you. ♪]

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Whoa, no! Nothing like that.

He hired me to protect you.

[Caught between surprise and happiness that he's wrong.]

Sweet of him, but I don't really need protecting.

[piling up a plate of foods]

That's what I thought too, but I did take the job. I think he just wants to give you some peace of mind. That's about all he told me, too.

Peace of mind? Haha. That would be something.

So what would you do, if you were to hypothetically continue with the job?

[walks over to him and holds out the plate :x]

Well, to really come up with a good game plan, I'd want to talk to my client first.

You don't know anything about me, right?

[Super super on the fence about this. Takes the food, though, as if not sure what to do with it.]

No, not really.

Okay!

Like I said, I'm Yamamoto Takeshi. I'm seventeen years old, though I'm eighteen in a few months. Blood type O. I'm from Japan on Earth. I have no idea what height I am now, but last I checked I was 179 centimeters. I grew up in a restaurant, and I was trained in swordsmanship by my father, then the best hitman in the world, and then the best swordsman in the world. I like baseball, festivals, kids, spending time with friends, and fresh bread.

I'm the rain guardian of the Vongola mafia family. I know I ended up here, so that's one strike against me, but that just means we're all even there, right? I guarantee I'm really strong.

[Can he just]

[Laugh]

Best hitman in the world, hmm?

Yep. The very best.

The other Tyki tried to hire me for a hit first, but I turned that down. He just wanted to see if I'd take it anyway, so there you go.

Now that seems more like him. [Oddly warm tone, whoops]

...This job won't entail you following me around, right? I don't think you want to do that.

Well, I don't know. Do you need a tail? Are you being stalked?

Am I being--? I certainly hope not.

How do you intend to protect me, anyway?

You should sit and eat before that gets cold.

Why don't you tell me a little about what you're worried about?

I can't, I already ate two things today. Give it to someone else. [Has a "schedule"; leftover mentality from home. Haaaands the plate back, here ya go kid]

Nothing. Not really. It's just a weird concept.

[awe. takes it back]

Two meals before lunch? Big eater.

You seem nervous, though.

Not two meals...

I'm not nervous. I'm not exactly brimming with confidence over here, but I'm not nervous.

[...hm]

Well, let's see. If you had a strong bodyguard you trusted, what would that take care of for you?

I don't actually know. What do you think?

Maybe you wouldn't have to worry about getting hurt?

Everyone has to worry about getting hurt. That's what makes the world go 'round.

Also, I can take out people's organs, so I guess that helps in the safety department a little.

Oh, I already know you can do that. I have personal experience.

You do? Did the other me do that? Or the other other me, the one I never met. Slick, or whatever people remember him as.

It was Slick, yeah.

So, that was my first thought! Why would a guy like that need or want a bodyguard? Does he even have that power? But if you do, why don't you move like you're invincible like the other two?

Maybe you just need a friend, who's also good with a sword?

Because I'm not invincible. [And also the universe has paid back all his bad karma, plus some extra, via Bad Things]

[Seriously taken aback, stares some more.] A friend?

[for all his claims to have had something vital removed by one of you, he sure seems relaxed.]

Sure.