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"What does your ring do?"

He titled his head a little and crossed his arms.

Vickie looked at him, "Almost anything I can imagine, but with a few limitations." She nodded.

He was asleep in a booth.

Akira saw the sleeping Saiyan and placed a blanket on him.

Fumiko tinkers with a device, accidentely connecting a few wires and setting it off. A small flash appears and suddenly, to the peopl outside, a black sphere has engulfed the booth she was in, but for her, she just successfully opened a blank Domain. Or, as she likes to call it, Faux Domain.

"You got a billions of realms, and i can open the doors now."

He said proudly.

"I can help you, i’m Peewit by the way, i forgot to ask your name.."

He grinned. His crystal blue eyes scanned his place of work. The ethereal glow, almost light now coming from his eyes didn't seem a if it were his eyes, it seemed asxif the light was radiating from inside his skull. He wiped his hands on his hand cloth.

"Vickie." She nodded, "Nice to meet you, Peevit."

The black sphere begins to crack, white light shining from underneath before falling off, showing a new white shell, which promptly shatters, revealing a very excited Fumiko and an untouched booth.

"You and i could be a great duo of adventurers, say, are you a knight?"

She shook her head, "No. I am Police Officer."

He went back into the kitchen to start baking breads for tomorrow's sandwich bar.

"What is that? I never heard of it before.."

His eyes widdened by curiousity here.

She blinked, but then explained, "A Police Officer enforces the law and we arrest those who break it."

"Because the king is ordering it, right?"

He smiled.

"I bet it’s a good one."

She smirked, "I don't serve a king, I serve a President."

He blinked in confusion.

"Is it a king that is superior?"

She shook her head, "I'm an American, we don't have a King, just a President."

"What kind of tribe is an American?"

After all he was from the ancient times, but then, he realized.

"Does your president wear a crown?"

She shook her head again, "No, he doesn't. But he is our leader. And an American is someone who lives in the United States of America. A united nation."