In a really far, far away place, there was a town where many cowboys lived and many horses rested. It was a peaceful town; obviously it had its disputes, and today was no different.
Inside a bar, everything was as regular as ever: some guys playing poker, some playing blackjack, one guy playing the piano, and, of course, many people drinking alcohol, beer, and rum. Some of the cowboys were drinking at the bar, where the bartender was serving them beers. One guy, who had drunk too much, started spouting nonsense at the cowboy next to him. The other guy stood up, grabbed a bottle, and hit the drunk on the head.
A fight broke out. Everyone was fighting—except the piano player and the bartender.
Everything was going as usual, but one of the guys who was fighting for a drink hit the wrong target. He threw a bottle and it hit a girl who had been drinking in peace with her old man (her father). The father couldn't react fast enough, and the bottle struck the girl on the head, shattering and leaving her unconscious.
The father stood up, pulled out a gun, and fired into the air, making everyone pay attention. Then he pointed the gun at the group of cowboys who had been fighting.
???: Ok! One of you bastards hit my daughter, so be a man and show yourself.
That's what the father said to the group.
From the crew, a guy everyone knew as Tonny stepped out and said:
Tonny:Hichic Oh, yeah? And who are hic you to call us men? hic
The group started laughing, and the father fired once again into the ceiling. Everyone went quiet.
???: Just shut up. I want the bastard who threw that bottle at my daughter.
Everyone followed the orders of the old father, because he was tall and very big. Everyone was kind of scared of him. They started pointing fingers at each other, trying to find the culprit, but that only stirred up more anger and they started fighting again.
During all that commotion, the daughter began to wake up from the hit.
???: Dad? What is all the noise? Is it morning already?
???: No, my sweet Shelly, it's already afternoon.
The dad said this with a gentle smile, still pointing his gun at the group.
The daughter touched the back of her head.
Shelly: Ah!?
She looked at her hand, now covered in her own blood. She looked at her father and said:
Shelly: Hey, Dad… what if you take me to the medic?
???: Just give Dad a moment to find who threw the bottle.
Shelly stood up and started walking to the front door.
Shelly: Well, be quick. I'm going to get some air outside and sit down.
As soon as Shelly approached the door, someone opened it from the outside, causing her to stumble backward, tripping and feeling slightly dizzy from the blow she had received earlier.
???: Oh no, Shelly! Are you ok!?
The mystery man with blue hair rushed to her side, then looked in the direction of her father.
???: Sir… Atlas, I'll take Shelly to the medic.
Atlas: Yeah, do that, Goju, while I find who threw the bottle.
So Goju picked up Shelly to take her to the doctor, hoping they could help her.
While Goju took Shelly to the doctor, Atlas continued trying to find the culprit.