Orichalcum Tiger
Local cryptid with a fleeting memory.
This was the life, Handa was riding through the streets feeling the refreshing breeze blowing through his hair. The sun was shining and skies were blue. Sometimes he got lost in his own mind, peeking at the cityscape around him as it mingled with the light and picturesque backdrop. It was rare he came to the city. The buildings were tall, the people were... Now that he thought about it, they were looking at him oddly. Right, there was just one small problem. He was stood in the back of a muddy pick-up truck which was hauling some farm goods. As it rounded a corner he gripped at the bar on top of the cab. He'd gotten used to riding like this when herding sheep, so it was natural and exciting. The slight danger really gave him a rush.
Handa was heard before he was seen, the radio of the truck putting out some old school rock on ancient speakers that crackled. For a few hours he'd been hitching lifts between various friends of his father to get here; sometimes they were 'just heading this way', other times they were on errands which he'd help out with. As the truck came to a screeching stop in front of the school he lurched forward with a rock forwards and a wide grin. Quickly, he grabbed his large duffle bag and threw it over his shoulders. A hand grabbed the edge of the truck as he vaulted out, giving the cab a couple of hits on the metal to say he was safely off. "Hey, thanks for the ride Mr Watanabe!" The man gave a thumbs up before screeching off.
As he turned around, he felt a lump in his throat. Right. Hero school. Hero stuff. He ventured inside, looking around the campus for the dorms.
Handa was heard before he was seen, the radio of the truck putting out some old school rock on ancient speakers that crackled. For a few hours he'd been hitching lifts between various friends of his father to get here; sometimes they were 'just heading this way', other times they were on errands which he'd help out with. As the truck came to a screeching stop in front of the school he lurched forward with a rock forwards and a wide grin. Quickly, he grabbed his large duffle bag and threw it over his shoulders. A hand grabbed the edge of the truck as he vaulted out, giving the cab a couple of hits on the metal to say he was safely off. "Hey, thanks for the ride Mr Watanabe!" The man gave a thumbs up before screeching off.
As he turned around, he felt a lump in his throat. Right. Hero school. Hero stuff. He ventured inside, looking around the campus for the dorms.