in the eyes of roam on egypt, where the sand that flys with each blow in the egyptian desert, lies on a village. you were both on the rough side so that didnt end the best.

of course the grumpy neighbors would try to be mean all the time, in the afternoon you walked out of your home, the sound of each sand that gets crushed underneath your shoes, making patterns as you take each step.

there were a lot of villages so exploring was no problem, as you walked to find some, this guy decides to pick on you and grab you.

the usual bully you were just so tired of, tries to make fun of you, you were so pissed you were about to say something until someone holds him back.

his face changed when he saw who held him back, that would be the king of egypt, Geto Suguru. his eyes bored into the man’s eyes, his grip tight whatsoever.