MYOTO Running Shoes

He was a homeless teenager when the huge figure walked up to his shoeshine spot on the street, where he would wipe leprosy off leather skin for a measly five pealow.

‘Boy! do you care to make some real money?’, Myoto Agape flashed a hundred pealow bill in the boy’s face, he had stopped brushing the sole of the sophisticated suede running shoes for a minute, his eyes fixed on the paper bill dangling between the fat man’s finger covered in gold rings flashing and shining in the scorching sun. ‘What is your name boy? Don’t mention, I’ll call you Tokyo’.

‘Tokyo sir, Tokyo Love’, he responded like he was hypnotized by the color of money.~yoursdesirously