#renten

When he finally meets the famous Renga Nishizono at the interview, the man looks a little nervous. His hands are in his lap, fingers tugging on each other and he can’t quite make eye contact with Ten. Another man, his father, sits next to him and puts a hand on Renga’s shoulder and whispers something in his ear. Renga nods and faces Ten properly, back straighter, his hands still fidgeting in his lap, but their movements are more subtle. Good afternoon Murakumo-san, the older man says, we’re glad you could meet with us today. Renga nods slightly, still not speaking. It’s a pleasure to be here, Ten replies with the fakest real smile he can muster. You are doubtless aware of the situation my son has found himself in, the father continues, and we have met with several other candidates for the role already. Ten internally rolls his eyes at the fact that Renga can’t even speak for himself at this interview. Of course, I’m here to offer my services after all. Ten turns to smile at Renga and the other man turns away slightly, a light blush coloring his face. Pathetic. We appreciate that, and we just have a few questions for you. Ten leans forward slightly, hands folded on the table. First, what makes you the best candidate for the job? Well, I’m young, like Renga-san here is, and I have experience with, let’s say, physical altercations, of course I didn’t start them, but I can break up a fight, and all I really need is a roof over my head and food to eat. The father nods and turns to look at Renga. He whispers something in his ear again, Renga nodding along to whatever is being said. At last, Renga speaks. W-while we appreciate that you would be willing to work for free, we insist that you let us financially compensate you for your work whe-if you’re hired. Sounds like someone’s already made up his mind. Oh, of course, but I know hiring a bodyguard can get quite expensive…