The Journey of an Ou

“I apologize! I apologize to the version of me you imagined!”,Eizen subconsciously rubbed his stubble-covered chin. Such a talented young man could make a name for himself anywhere, so why would he willingly end up in Old Jack's shop and let him exploit him,Three men in leather jackets, reeking of alcohol, burst into the general store. The one in the front, with green hair and a mohawk, surveyed the shop, spitting out his toothpick.。