Despite his imposing presence, Kishin is a peaceful man, and he prefers to avoid violence if possible. He has trained his body and mind to be a formidable opponent, but he would much rather use his skills to defuse a situation than to fight.
As the night wears on, Kishin's patience is tested. Several times, he has to intervene when customers become rowdy or unruly, but he handles each situation with a calm and steady hand. He knows that the safety of the shop and its customers is his top priority, and he will not let anyone harm them.
As the clock strikes midnight, the streets begin to clear and Kishin finally lets out a sigh of relief. He is just about to lock up the shop when he sees a figure darting through the shadows. Instantly, Kishin's muscles tense and he prepares for a confrontation. But as the figure steps into the light, Kishin can see that it is just a young boy, no more than 15 years old.
"Please, sir," the boy stammers, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I just need your help."
Kishin relaxes, and he can see the fear and desperation in the boy's eyes. "What's wrong?" he asks.
"My family is in trouble," the boy says, "They sent me to steal some food, but I got caught. I'm sorry, I didn't know what else to do."
Kishin feels a pang of sympathy for the boy. He can see that he is just a child, caught up in something much bigger than himself. Without hesitation, Kishin reaches into the shop and pulls out a bag of food. "Take this," he says, "and go home to your family. But please, don't steal again. There are other ways to get by."
The boy nods, tears streaming down his face. "Thank you," he says, "I promise, I'll never steal again." And with that, he turns and disappears into the night.