Shield Hero, but hopefully Heroic

[X] Buy miscellaneous medication to make shields out of. 25 Silver.
-[X] and the pain relief potion to take immediately. 5 Silver.

You weren't really that interested in self medicating. That way went towards madness, especially as pills dried up years before you were born leaving you with... Opiates and marijuana. You were sure that taken in moderation both those things weren't dangerous, but they killed (or so you believe anyway) productivity, effected the body in strange ways, disadvantaged people where a misstep could mean injury or death. Cigarettes? You didn't see one until you joined 'the army', it was a way to keep conscripts under control. Before you died they were trying to push opiates, alcohol and some weird ass experimental drug they got a ton of from cracking the old local Tokyo Police headquarters. So you were a bit fucking wary of medication.

But you weren't fucking stupid either. Even if your first thought is to burn it, you know that medicine had a purpose beyond getting high at some point. Also, William has been fucking looking at your hand when he thinks you're not noticing and it's irritating. "I'll take some of... Basically everything on this shelf, and two of these", Priscilla lit up in surprise "Uh... Of course, that'll be thirty silver... But uh... You know you cant mix them all right, that isn't how-", "I fucking know that isn't how medicine works. I ain't chugging a fucking mixed medicine surprise smoothy here, I'm shoving them into my magic bullshit shield." You feel a bit guilty snapping at her, because there's probably some idiots who think that they CAN mix them all and be cured forever or some shit. "Ah... I see...?" She clearly doesn't.

Then to prove a point, you shove them in slowly one by one into the shield as she watches with a shocked face. "Magic Shield" You put extra emphasis on it. You glance at the pop ups Burn Cream Shield, Lice Removal Shield, Headache Relief Shield, Pain Relief Shield, Disease Resistance Shield. You then read the instructions on the bottle very carefully, cautious of 'medicine' in general... After pouring a correct amount into the cap of the bottle you drank. Your hand feels marginally less on fire, and the constant pain in your leg has died down... But you weren't really sure you cared about that. You weren't a masochist, but this was nothing. The injuries, the pain? It was all a bunch of nothing. There was no relief to be found in a store bought container, and you personally think you wasted your money aside from the Disease Resistance Shield, maybe the Lice one too... You can tell Priscilla is slightly sad that you didn't even react to drinking the medication, what a good kid. "We'll be back tomorrow" and with that you left. You drank it for William and Priscilla's sake, honestly you barely even noticed the agony of your injuries.

"William, we're going to do something that doesn't make me want to break something now." You said this stoically as possible. "Yes... That sounds agreeable... Breaking stuff is bad. So clothing shopping?" William is so helpful sometimes, reminding you of what you wanted to do since you got here... Get new fucking clothes. At least that was the plan. You were so fucking optimistic when you started. First shop? Went off without a hitch, kind looking girl running the store got you to strip to take measurements and then vomited. One guy quite literally put the closed sign up as you approached. Then, the next one a guy in a neat looking tuxedo, took one look at your face and told you to get lost as you were 'a hideous freak scaring away customers'. You left, you walked a few meters before SNAP. You broke your walking stick in half with your fucking grip.

"William. This was a bad fucking idea." You were fucking horrific you got that, but fucking come on. "DAMN IT! Damn it, damn it, damn it! I'm a fucking military veteran! Where's the fucking RESPECT! Where's the fucking GLORY huh? Where's the fucking reward? I'm treated like a fucking leper... William... I think I want to go home..." You devolve into a fit of empty laughter... "Man, I miss when the only people I saw wanted to kill me. Fuck, if this was how the Old World was like then fuck that too I'm glad they destroyed themselves." You glare at some of the people who stopped to watch your rant you raise your clenched charred fist "You got something to fucking say to me! Yeah, didn't fucking think so." You think you're almost ready to do something unheroic to this degenerate slaveholding disgrace of a nation. William gently puts a hand on your shoulder, "There's one last place we haven't checked out... Do you still want to go?"

Did you still want to fuck around for another hour as someone calls you disgusting, or vomits when they see your body? You think you might snap the next person who does that like a twig. Your eyes furiously locks with a nearby ninja. "You can't hide from me. I see you, I see through you. Stop following me or I'll break you." William looks shocked, so do nearby people as a Ninja quite literally falls on his ass in surprise and runs away. "Blackwood. We are going to this next place." You can see the people near you pale and look away at the pure amount of murderous intent likely surrounding you. William, too shocked to protest meekly brings you to your next destination. The Store's name is Vivian's Tailoring Bonanza. The store is cute. It has a bunch of childish things in it, like small dolls, bears, and even the mannequins look cute as fuck. You're so out of place that you think that the God of Cute might fucking smite you. There is a cute little girl manning the teller and fucking god damn it William. You sneaky bastard. Sure the girl is just a little bit younger than you (you know you're basically the same size because your stunted growth shut up) but she's fucking adorable. She was black haired, wore an elaborate frilly ass dress and sorta just looked like a very cute doll. You sorta wanted to awkwardly reverse-storm in the business because you don't think you could mentally handle being bullied here but you're committed now. But you rather get it done with now or not ever,

"Yo, you going to sell me some clothes or insult my face? Or vomit at the sight of me or something?" She seemed appalled at that idea, "No! What? That's awful", yeah but vomit lady thought so too when you implied seeing your body was a bad idea. "Well, I'm here to buy clothing. My body is pretty fucking horrific, I like what pretty much amounts to as men's clothes. I also need, like underwear and sleepwear and stuff like that." You'd die before you were caught in a dress or skirt. Then you would kill whoever buried you in a dress or skirt as a zombie or something. "Ah... Well then. Welcome to my store... Men's clothing huh? We'll take your sizes and then we'll see what you want made". "Wait hold on a moment, I'm Shield Hero. This means I'm actively outside and fighting monsters all the time. My sh- stuff needs to not break immediately." You need to make this clear, you're not dolling yourself up you're getting shit you need to wear while partaking in violence and sometimes outside of that. "Ah, don't worry. We can use some basic magic to make the clothes stronger. It'll come with a fee however." Holy shit, magic sure is fucking useful as all hell. Is that why you keep seeing only really old and young people working these jobs? Is it because they know fucking cheat ass magic spells that make them better and some people are just born stronger in one element or something? You rarely see midaged people work these specialist jobs... Which must be down to the talent in magic as it gives an unfair advantage to older people with much more knowledge and research and the younger upstarts with much more talent in magic.

You let her lead you to the back room, you took off your clothes for the measurement. You expected something else to happen other then her doing it, but you couldn't really gauge her reaction to your mangled body as you were busy counting the ceiling tiles. Finally you were done, put your clothes back on and ready to talk clothes shopping.

Welcome to William almost nearly doesn't stop you from murder in the street. Combined with your Post Apocalypse appreciation of Medicine, what Yukihime thinks was a bad impulse purchase, with the whole 'your body is a mangled mess of injuries and old scars' debuff coming out you're almost too furious to stop yourself from murdering your creepy stalker Ninjas.

Yukihime is buying herself:
Underwear
Sleepwear
Two Outdoor Outfits
This will cost you 150 Silver

What sort of clothes do you want.

[X] Just give me a outfit like I already got. Spice it up if you want I guess. But remove the fu- *sigh* just remove the FWJ off of it thanks.

[X] M...Ma...Make me look like a prince!

[X] R-really? You think? Oh okay maybe... Alright make me the frilly cute dress before I regret it.

[X] Write in.

SV I'm trusting you here with a write in since it's been a real ordeal and I feel I can trust that we've all gotten our characterization down.

To clarify you're only choosing what she's gonna be wearing outdoors.