The Bounty Hunter

June 1st, 2088

My name is Cross Minato, with the family name being Cross and my given name being Minato. I am 15 years old, having just graduated from middle school and now starting my summer break. As one would expect from my name, I am half-Japanese and half-American. This is also reflected in my appearance: I have green eyes, dark brown hair and a perfect blend of facial features that make it impossible to tell my nationality. Sometimes I would catch people staring at me, probably because they were trying to figure out where I came from.

My mother is an elegant beauty from Tokyo while my father is a rugged rancher from Texas. I was born in the USA, although we moved to Tokyo when I was about 7. My mother is a corporate lawyer, while my father started an American steakhouse chain after moving to Japan which became surprisingly successful.

At this point, one would assume that I would say that I am a perfectly normal teenager. I wish I could say that but I won’t, since that would be a lie. It was the first day of summer break and I was alone since my mother was working a big case at the office and my father was on a business trip to Sapporo.

After eating a simple breakfast, I went to my room and started getting dressed in preparation for my shitty part-time job. It was a job I was doing in secret, so I was only able to work hours here and there when my parents weren’t around. But my parents are gone a lot, so I have ended up putting in quite a few hours.

I put on some light brown hiking pants with dark brown steel-toed combat boots and steel greaves. The leather belt threaded through my pants had leather pouches attached. Up top I had a green long sleeved shirt beneath a black chest-piece of a military riot armor along with some steel demi-gauntlets (fingers had flexible cloth with steel on back of hand).

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