The brave Simmel wants to resign

Teasing, laughter, complaining, and playful fighting.

As the camera zooms out, the light in the sky gradually dims.

The remaining golden-red hues on the sea surface gradually deepened into indigo, with only the bow of the ship carrying a faint warmth.

Yes, they are the strongest.

There won't be any problems as long as the two of them are together.

unless....

They no longer stand together.

Chapter 33 The Third Party

Because the destination is far away, this cruise has become an important part of everyone's trip, and they will spend a considerable amount of time on it.

The Gojo family is indeed very powerful. This cruise ship not only has a movie theater, sauna, and mahjong room, but also space for playing pool volleyball.

On the first night, after the barbecue, Gojo Satoru dragged everyone to play video games and, in a despicable act, used the Reversal Technique to repair his brain, overwhelming everyone with his boundless energy.

He's really despicable now.

But once he fell asleep, the man immediately transformed into an inviolable mummy, sleeping soundly with Xia Youjie and the Jiachang sisters until dawn.

When Simmel got up for her morning walk, there was no one else on the deck.

"Hey."

Simmel sighed, feeling inexplicably disappointed.

One reason is that the elderly like to talk to people, and they feel lonely when they don't see anyone.

Secondly, he realized that getting up so early made him look more like an old man taking a stroll in the park. These were all bad habits left over from being a hero. Back in the day, even when he was seventy, he would still go to the border of the country to intimidate the demons.

No.

Since we're all immortal beings, let's try to learn how to stay in bed longer from now on.

Simmel thought to herself.

Just as he was gazing at the horizon for a while, he heard footsteps behind him.

"Ok?"

"what."

Simmel recognized who was coming from behind and smiled warmly.

"Good morning, Shoko."

That's right, the person who came was Shoko.

Unlike Gojo Satoru and Natsuyu Suke, who like to stay up late, Shoko actually prefers to go to bed early when she's not working overtime, otherwise she can't control her dark circles at all.

but....

"Good morning."

Swish.....

The wake of the ship was plowed with long white streaks, and the waves piled up in layers.

The breathtaking view where the sea meets the sky is simply invigorating, making one feel refreshed and at peace, enveloped in an indescribable sense of tranquility and peace...

awkward.

Glass leaned on the railing, her expression expressionless, but her mind was racing.

Has anyone else encountered this situation?

Even though it's a small group of people, you might not get along perfectly with everyone. Sometimes, it's more about one person who's good at creating a lively atmosphere that makes everyone feel comfortable.

Sometimes, it can feel awkward when you leave out certain 'friends' with whom you don't chat very often.

—I don't know what to talk about.

Glass and Simmel are examples of this.

Upon closer reflection, the two indeed lacked common ground.

After all, Shoko and Simmel are not the same age. Natsume would talk to Simmel about missions, while Gojo Satoru would discuss the thrill of battle with him.

Only Dugu Glass was completely out of place with them.

Actually... it wasn't just with Simmel.

Thinking of something, Shoko, feeling agitated, pulled a cardboard box from her pocket.

He skillfully picked out a cigarette, held it in his mouth, and prepared to light it with a swift and stylish motion...

"Ok?"

But a second before she lit it, she noticed that Simmel, who had been a little distance away from her, suddenly moved closer, her big face and serious expression on her face.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Shoko paused, unable to light her cigarette, her expression strange.

"Actually, I've wanted to ask this for a long time: why does Shoko smoke?"

"Hey?"

"When I first came into this world, I didn't know much about cigarettes, but recently, I've become quite proficient at using mobile phones."

Simmel smirked smugly, though he was unaware that his supposed proficiency was far from that of modern people.

In short, what Simmel wanted to say was...

"Smoking is a bad thing, isn't it?"

“Ah…generally speaking, yes, I guess so,” Shoko replied after thinking for a moment.

“Yes, but I’ve also looked into it. Cigarettes seem to have a numbing effect on fatigue and are addictive to some extent,” Simmel said. “So let’s look for alternatives.”

That was really sudden.

Moreover, the fact that he didn't immediately tell people to "quit smoking" shows that Simmel is considerate as a hero. He probably guessed that most people would be quite resistant to being told to quit smoking directly.

Shoko didn't smoke because she particularly liked the smell; it was purely because her workload was just too heavy.

Sorcerers often can't go to the hospital when they get injured. In these situations, all the work piles up for Glass. There are so many cursed spirits in Japan, but so few sorcerers, making the injury rate ridiculously high.

As the only doctor, how much pressure does Shoko have to bear?

I simply cannot imagine this answer.

Cursed power is energy extracted from negative emotions, and the efficiency of the reverse spell output is particularly low compared to the efficiency of normal operation.

Therefore, Shoko needs to constantly absorb negative emotions and use them to heal others.

The wounds she had accumulated in her heart... could only be vented in this way.

However, Shoko is very mature, and even so, she has not abandoned her duties, nor has she shown any tendency to turn to the dark side.

But Simmel.

—Looking for alternatives to addictive substances, the old man really knows how to say scary things.

Shoko quickly waved her hand to take over the topic, "Shh, this is a slide we can't talk about."

Simmel: ?

"Well... um..."

Nisu scratched his head.

Actually, Shoko is the type who is warm on the outside but cold on the inside. No, even saying she's warm on the outside is a bit of a stretch. In short, she's quite bad at having others care about her.

Fortunately, neither Gojo Satoru nor Natsuyuki care about him.

...**(Japanese swear word), why does it sound a bit sad?

However... even if she really cared, Shoko would probably find an excuse to change the subject.

But that's because Shoko isn't used to the care and concern from her peers.

And Simmel can't really be considered a contemporary, right?

Glass looked Simmel up and down.

In terms of appearance, he is a junior.

In terms of soul, he is a super senior, no, an elder.

He has a strangely reassuring and dependable aura about him, and... I happen to have something I want to say to him.

"alright."

Glass put the cigarette back in.

"Since we have nothing else to do, let's just treat this as a joke and find a substitute."

...................

........

The scene shifts, and the two are now sitting at a high-backed booth.

Simmel sat behind the platform.

He changed into a well-fitting black short bartender uniform, with the cuffs of his white shirt neatly rolled up and a sharp black bow tie tied in front of his chest, looking capable and efficient.

With one hand gripping the swirl glass, the arm exerts force to rotate the wrist, causing the silver swirl glass to fly up and down in the hand, accompanied by the crisp sound of ice cubes hitting each other, all in one smooth motion.

"Oh oh oh."

Shoko sighed and took a picture with her phone.

"It's pleasing to the eye to see a handsome guy do this."

"Hahaha, right!"

Simmel accepted the compliment about being handsome as a matter of course, looking quite pleased with herself.

but..

"But what are we doing?"