8/24 - Kingdom of humanity - Bounty hunter’s bar - morning

The morning sun reaches inside of the beaten up bar. Several gruff men and women find themselves huddled up around the bulletin board covered with wanted posters and requests for help. Each job has a ranking on the top left corner of the paper, the ranking gauges the importance of the job more so than it did the difficulty, and it also estimates the amount of money it will pay. This leads to the board. There is no letter rank on the newly posted jobs, but a seal; the seal of the king. It’s two jobs that pay higher than any other and can win you respect with the king, enough to make you a knight. However, there’s a system to not cause chaos among the hunters. Each hunter has a crest that shows their rank. After completing a set number of requests under a rank, they’re given a new crest so they can tackle higher-ranked bounties. This is repeated until one hits S-rank. Only those with A or S are allowed to take up the requests of the king.

“Move out of the way, you worthless dregs!” An overconfident voice booms as he pushes everyone out of his way. A sword bigger than his torso is swaying from his back as he moves towards the board. He takes the two jobs from the king off the board.

”Do any of you think that you’re worthy of taking this job on?”

“Who the hell do you think you are,” a female bounty hunter curses.

“I’m someone worthy of the king’s time.”

“Screw you, we’re A ranks!”

“Yeah, who do you think you are!?”

“Exactly my point, the king does not need an A-rank!” The swordsman presents his crest, symbolizing he’s an S-rank. The A-rankers tensed up the moment they lay eyes on it. “Now, do you see how worthless you all are? If so, then step aside so I may be on my way. Hm?”

One of the A-rankers attempts to surprise attack him, but the swordsman swipes him with the back of his hand, sending him flying towards the wall of the bar.

“You worthless bastard, how did you think ambushing me would end? Let that be a lesson to all of you, there’s only one person, one man you should never cross, and that would be--”

“Me, am I right,” a man with a low, gruff, and heavy western accent

“Who said that, show yourself!” The crowd in front of the swordsman reveals someone sitting on a table by themself. They’re wearing a ragged cape that surrounds their body and a cowboy hat that has wear and tear. “You, was it you?”

“Maybe, maybe not. Whatcha gonna do ‘bout it?”

“What is your name?”

“I have nothin to say to a fool who overcompensates with a like that.”

“Are you trying to anger me, you worthless vermin?”

“Only worthless thing here is you.”

“What?”

“Ya deaf too?”

“I will give you one chance to apologize, or else.”

The swordsman reached for his weapon, only placing his hand on it. The crowd of bounty hunters moves out of the way.

“Kay, guess I’ll apologize. I’m sorry your mother had to deal with such a useless moron who took himself seriously.”

That last comment sparks the raging fire in the swordsman. He swiftly brings out his sword and brings it down, through the table his target sits in. It quickly became apparent that his opponent is missing from the seat. Suddenly, a mechanical click echoes through the swordsman’s ears. He feels a sudden added weight that is pressed against his shoulders. Something metallic is put to the back of his head.

“I’ll only tell ya this once, between S-ranker-to-S-ranker: the one who flaunts usually dies faster, so the next time you go mouthing off like an ass. Now, I’ll be takin that job.”

“I took it first!”

A shove of his opponent’s gun is all he needs to change his mind. Even if they were bounty hunters and based in a shady part of town, they still couldn’t go around killing each other. Though, it’s not like the gunman minds. The swordsman slowly gives the gunman the papers of the two bounties. The gunman jumps off his shoulders to leave the bar.

“Oh, you asked for my name, right. It’s Willy. Don’t forget it, ya worthless hunter.”

With that, Willy left the bar. Holds two posters in his hands, two targets that need to be captured. He takes a good look at both of them, both having a picture and with a description of both of them at the bottom. Only one has a name since the other’s name is unknown to the king.

“Proxy, strange name.”