"Oh you, Nina!...You and your barbaric ways that are unfitting of a maiden!"
Mrs Keller ca forward and swiped away the broom away from my hand like a responsible adult would, which made all the ladies behind let out a sigh of relief since they too didn't want to see the young boy they favoured go around beating up a bunch of n. She then continued saying, as she handed the broom to another lady for safekeeping,
"No matter how brash you were ever since you were a child, who didn't hesitate to fight with any of the boys who picked on your friends and would always jump in fists, flying at the sign of any trouble. How could you suggest to a boy who's still in school to go and beat a bunch of people up like you're training him to beco a hooligan?"
"Have you forgotten that you're already an adult now who should be guiding the younger generation to a better path and not the tyrannical teenager you were in the past, who didn't listen to anyone and would cause mayhem wherever you went in the na of helping out others..." Mrs Keller said in dismay and looked to be wondering when Nina would grow up to be mature and responsible and act her age.
She then sighed and said while clutching her forehead, "Sigh...Just thinking about the number of tis your mother had to visit your school in the past because of so problem you created, there is enough to give and every mother out there a headache."
Judging by her words, it seems like Nina was quite the fearless free spirit who went to fight against any injustice she saw from a very young age and looked like she hadn't changed much since then, which was rather intriguing.
She was similar to both my mother and Camila in the sense that she really hadn't really lost that innate innocence of hers and acted true to herself and her principles no matter how old she beca, which was rather rare to see because of how easily the harshness of society warps an untainted mind and turns it into a soulless husk that follows what everyone else does just for the sake of living an untroubled and easy life.
"Auntie!...Y-You don't have to say such things when others are around!" Nina held onto Mrs Keller's hand and pleaded for her to keep quiet about her deliquent-like past, while eyeing in particular since she didn't want a kid like to look down on her.
"Hmph!
You're lucky I stopped there and didn't go into detail about how atrocious you were in the past and how boys your age didn't even dare look at you, even though you were so pretty, because of how scared they were of you..." Mrs Keller threatened Nina just in case she tried to promote violence to the younger generation, while Nina herself obediently nodded her head like a child listening to her elder.
She then continued saying, as she looked at the imbeciles on the floor with disgust in her aged eyes, "...And I'm pretty sure Kafka didn't stop you because he wanted to beat them before you, like you thought, and stopped you for so other reason he had in mind."
"So, listen to what he says carefully, as unlike a certain soone who prefers using her fists to communicate instead of words, Kafka has a good head on his shoulders and has even given so really good ideas to improve the business in my shop that have worked out really well." Mrs Keller gave a thankful nod, as it seed like her shop was doing better after implenting my suggestions.
Nina looked at suspiciously when she heard what Mrs Keller said, and she didn't really believe a high schooler was as capable as she praised to be. She also started to wonder just who I was since I seed to know a lot of people here but didn't seem like a local here.
"Well, then Mr Smarty pants..." Nina accepted Mrs Keller's request out of respect and looked at like she was telling to show her my worth. "Since my brain doesn't work as fast as yours, like Auntie Keller said, could you please tell why you stopped and gave these bastards so long to breath...Just look. One of them has even had enough rest and is getting up to escape."
Nina pointed at one of the n on the floor, which imdiately made him flop back down, scared that he would get beaten down by her again.
"First of all, before I say anything else, I would like to introduce myself to you, Miss Nina, so that you don't struggle addressing and keep on calling kid over and over again..." I said as I held out my hand for a handshake, which for so reason made her eyes go wide, like she was surprised that I was willing to offer her such a gesture.
"...My na is Kafka Vanitas and I just recently moved into town with my family...You've probably even seen my mother since she's been going from shop to shop these past few weeks and is talking to everyone in town to get to know everyone."
"Oh yeah~...Although I haven't t your mother yet, I've heard that there's a beauty from the city who's moved into the neighbourhood and is known to be quite lively and bubbly to talk to...So you're her son."
Nina looked up and down after learning my identity, like she was taking note of my appearance since she would be seeing much more often.
She then held out her hand to shake with mine and said, with a peculiar curiosity,
"...It also seems like your mother has done a great job raising you, as you really don't seem to mind shaking your hands with ."
"Why? Is your hand sared in poison or sothing, and I'm about to kneel over in a few minutes ti?" Nina smiled at my comnt and was more interested in when she saw that I was joking with her, which she wasn't used to young kids like doing so with her quite often because of her rather intimidating gaze that would scare off anyone who didn't know her well.
"No, most n just don't like to shake another woman's hand since they think that it's a tradition that's only done between n.
And even if they do offer a handshake, you can clearly see on their face how much they dislike it, almost as if they're being forced to do it." Nina said as she looked deeply into my eyes and saw that there was no rejection and only appreciation, which surprised her since it was the first ti she was treated with such respect by the opposite gender.
This made my image of her greatly increase in her mind, and it also made her directly ask the question on her mind.
"...But unlike those n, you clearly look like you don't mind at all. And for so reason, you also look a little happy about the fact that you're shaking my hand...Why is that?"
"Why, you ask?" I asked as if it were obvious while letting go of her soft and sleek hand, which felt the sa as a normal hand even though her skin was a different colour.
I then said, as if it were a matter of fact, "Of course it's because I'm shaking the hands of a pretty lady like you...Like, what man out there wouldn't be at least a little excited to talk to a woman as beautiful as you but also have a chance to shake her hands as well?"
"Isn't that more than enough of a reason to be happy right now?"
I asked with an honest smile on my face, which took Nina aback, as she didn't expect such a straightforward answer from at all. She also understood what I was trying to convey by saying such honeyed words about her, which made it even more strange since she wasn't used to being praised by soone who was old enough to be her son.
Nina even looked at Mrs Keller like she was asking if she also heard what I said, and Mrs Keller simply nodded her head with a wry smile, already having her own experience of my antics that she couldn't easily forget.
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