Sliver knife Butchery Shop
The evening light fell softly over the Silver Knife Butchery Shop, casting long, golden shadows across the cracked pavement and painting the display window in warm amber hues.
The shop was a local favorite, nestled between a bakery that smelled of fresh bread and a small grocery store with faded signs, its wooden sign creaking gently in the breeze that carried the scent of smoked meat and spices through the neighborhood.
Inside, the walls were lined with hooks and hanging cuts of meat, and the floor was worn smooth by decades of customers coming and going.
Yuuta stood at the counter with both hands buried deep inside his pockets, looking like a man who had just survived a natural disaster.
His left cheek had turned a lovely shade of purple, his split lip still stung whenever he spoke, and every breath reminded him that Erza's fist apparently had the blessing of several ancient dragons behind it.
