Code 365 Project Memory

Datum 32: Strings of Misfortune

The sea of people throws off different loud noises, the sounds of laughter, bargains and customers calling were among the few common things to hear inside.

Varieties of goods were displayed on every each small stall, ranging from small souvenir key chains down to expensive silk textiles.

What makes this trading place more unique is that their government even had preserved the Chinese culture everywhere. Huge red wooden pillars supports the elegant red tiled roofs on every large establishments and store.

Traditional items are seen everywhere, and as well as their corresponding signage with an English translation over them.

Trading industry is still in bloom on this country. A thing the EAF mostly had succeeded in. Quite impressive, but I find these kinds of places, uninteresting for a reason.

If not only for the Admiral's recommendation, I wouldn't even visit this place and rather stay at the military quarters. The crowd just annoys me.

"Damn it!!! Why does it have to be this hard?! Fuck it!"

A loud annoying voice caught my attention and halted my feet from walking more. I gazed my sight through a small shooting arcade booth not far away from where I stood.

Who would even think that these kinds of recreational stuffs are available here? This is getting ridiculous.

I slowly walked nearer just to find out an annoyed blonde man holding the arcade rifle. From behind, I could see his silky blonde hair that was in a long pony tail till his broad shoulders that were visible since he was wearing a gray sleeveless top.

His stance was very manly, yet his annoyed voice sounded like a child who basically and literally lost on a petty childish game.

"Dang it! Couldn't I be nearer to the target!? I can't hit properly when I'm this far away!" he painfully exclaimed as the owner tried his best to pacify him with the rules.

I silently stood there watching the scene as I wander my eyes on the said booth. From the top of the stuff toy stall, I saw a big placard.

"Hit the target and get away with a luxurious surprise gift—"

Oh wow. Would you look at that. I thought children were the only person who would want to play such shits, and now look at this. This is getting very interesting indeed.

"Fuck this shit! Imma get that gift!" The blonde man exclaimed again as I sighed.

I observed him closely and assessing the whole situation. He then immediately buried his free hand on his pocket. His hands going deep into his pants' small hollow pouch.

You can even see how broke he is at this point and pulling his last bill for the useless crap in front of him.

He's desperate.

I sighed and looked at how the business man took away this man's last bill. He's hopeless.

"Let me." I said as I faced the desperate man on my side.

He was kinda astonished as his attention was caught. I can see the desperation and determination through his soft gray eyes.

His blonde eyebrows then crossed as he also stared at me from head to toe. As if seeing an unusual person for the very first time.

"Uh? Why would I even give my turn on you?" He weirdly asked as he held the rifle away from me.

"You're already broke and desperate. Now give me that rifle if you wanna go home all happy and shit." I seriously said.