Uneasy daily life

"The hater has left."

"Huh? Does he also have a class to attend?"

“I mean he checked out and left.” Mai Sakurajima said, preparing cat food. “Kazuka will be staying here from now on, and since the matter has been resolved, he plans to find a friend to share the apartment with.”

"Hmph, it's good that you're gone, then all of this is mine!"

Feng Bin and Hua snorted softly, then devoured the rest of their breakfast, feeling a little annoyed.

He didn't even say hello, just came and went as he pleased. What a bastard!

Suddenly, the righteous and indignant Toyohama Kazuka's eyes lit up, and she went to the shrine to light incense for the white-shadowed photograph enshrined there.

"Damn it, I got hit by a car... cough cough, I stepped in dog poop, I stepped in dog poop, I stepped in dog poop, I stepped in dog poop..."

Curse of the Girl...

……

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How despicable! What a vile fellow! I showed you honesty, and you betrayed me!

Indeed, one must not easily expose one's weaknesses, or one will end up in this predicament, being hunted down by a mere hero...

Let's take a quick look back at the hero's condition.

The white figure quickly turned around to check Yukino Yukinoshita's status bar.

Mai Sakurajima's Provocation (attack power greatly increased), Anxiety (slightly reduced skill cooldown), Demon King's Trick (target locked), Weakness Insight (invincible penetration), Hand (guaranteed critical hit, ignores defense).

If I do some quick calculations, I'm afraid we'll be going to have to do a boki later...

The white figure suddenly stopped in place, its back straight and motionless.

Yukino Yukinoshita caught up, slowing her pace as she walked closer, and said coldly, "Why aren't you running anymore, Shiraki?"

"Since ancient times, no one has ever escaped death; one should leave behind a pure and upright reputation among the people."

The white figure stood with his hands behind his back, his back to all living beings, his voice deep and powerful: "Make your move, hero. My life is about to reach its end, and you will become the Demon King of the new world."

What trick are they up to now? Hmph, probably just another empty city ploy.

Yukino Yukinoshita pondered for a moment, then decisively stepped forward, glanced at the location, stretched out her right hand, pinched the white figure's face, and pulled it to the side.

"Is it fun to tease people, Shiro-kun?" Yukino Yukinoshita said coldly, her thumb and forefinger rubbing together slightly. "Want to keep running? You can definitely run ten meters, right?"

The white-clad figure wore a solemn and tragic expression, remaining silent.

Having gained the upper hand in such a rare instance, one should press the advantage.

Yukino Yukinoshita smiled slightly and tugged at Haku's cheek, saying, "Haku, why aren't you saying anything?"

Is this face, with its countless layers, the one that's like an impenetrable fortress, always evoking both love and hate, the one that makes this expression? If you really have a hand fetish, then blush already, or I'll pull your face until it turns red...

Yukino Yukinoshita muttered to herself.

Bai Ying said in a desolate tone, "I stepped in dog poop."

"..."

Yukino Yukinoshita sneered, "Shiro-kun's tricks are nothing special."

The white figure raised its right foot, revealing the sole of its shoe, while simultaneously exposing the gift of nature that had been mercilessly trampled on the ground.

Yukino Yukinoshita let go of her hand, suppressing the urge to smile, and took a step to the side.

"Hero, didn't you say you liked me?"

The white figure moved a step closer.

"Hmm... Ah, yes, that's true."

Yukino Yukinoshita took a step.

"You should continue to follow in my footsteps."

The white figure moved one step closer.

"Now it's the white fungus that's following in my footsteps."

Yukino walked forward.

"Brave one! Have you forgotten your principles and aspirations? How can you mock the unfortunate!"

Bai Ying condemned it.

"Unfortunately, my compassion cannot extend to bacteria."

Yukino Yukinoshita offered a suggestion and kindly provided a pack of tissues: "Haku-kun, please handle this. Don't take it on the train. Of course, given Haku-kun's love for dogs... perhaps this is a good idea? Hehe."

"Damn it, if I find out who's cursing me, I'll hang them on the wall!"

Bai Ying remembered this grudge and immediately snapped a picture of the hero scooping cat poop!

Taking the train from Kanagawa back to Chiba, Yukino Yukinoshita felt rather strange. She had thought that since Shiro had moved out of her house at the beginning of summer vacation, they might not be able to see each other for a long time, but... summer vacation wasn't even halfway over, and she had already taken this train so many times. She didn't feel that distance and time had become the beginning of their disagreement.

Yukino Yukinoshita didn't feel tired or stressed; on the contrary, she was in a good mood. Seeing that there was no one around in the car, she said, "Haku-kun's friend from the Scarlet Theatre has come to Chiba? Are you planning to go and seek refuge with him?"

"Let's just forget about it."

Bai Ying was texting on her phone when she casually said, "The prop master and I have a pretty good relationship. I'm responsible for providing ideas and suggestions, and he's responsible for the design and production. Together, we've accomplished a lot of great things."

Yukino Yukinoshita nodded slightly: "I see. Shiro-kun is responsible for being the client, pointing fingers and making demands, while the prop master is responsible for being the supplier, working hard with resentment. Together, you've caused a lot of trouble for others."

Bai Ying: "A brave person is teachable."

"Are all the people in the Scarlet Troupe superpowered?"

Yukino Yukinoshita reminisced about her school trip and realized that some things might have another answer.

"If we're talking about superpowers, maybe we could. Ultimately, there's no definition of superpowers; we're all basically artists at heart," Bai Ying replied, head down, pressing her phone. "That prop master's philosophy is rather unremarkable. His nickname is 'The Missionary of Love,' and his artistic aim is to find and interpret the definition of love..."

Missionaries of Love? The Scarlet Troupe's people are strange, yet not so strange after all.

Yukino Yukinoshita pondered for a moment, then coughed lightly: "Haku-kun, are you sending a message to the prop master?"

"I already sent it, and I'm currently arguing with Sakuta." Bai Ying was completely engrossed in her phone. "I told him about the mysterious person and the puberty syndrome, suggesting that the mysterious person might be Makinohara Shoko, but he wasn't falling for it at all, focusing solely on refining copper ore..."

Yukino glanced at him sideways for a moment, then casually waved her hand in front of Shiro's eyes. Shiro's eyes seemed to be pulled by gravity, following the trajectory of her hand until she withdrew her hand, at which point her eyes returned to their original position.

It's a bit like teasing a cat. I'll buy Knight a cat toy later...

Yukino Yukinoshita waved her hand back and forth, watching the white figure's eyes dart around, her mood gradually improving.

Serves you right for scaring me in the elevator, hmph.

"Hero, if you keep swaying like that, what am I supposed to do if I only like your hands?"

"Ahem... I wanted to talk to you about the agreement. My family is organizing a fireworks display, and I need you to come and help me for a day."

"Yes, I keep my word and will never break my promise."

You're right to agree.

Yukino Yukinoshita thought to herself.

Taking advantage of the situation, they infiltrated the fireworks festival organizing committee, sidelined the hero to seize power, and sold the prop master's new version of the anti-personal fireworks, holding a street fireworks duel tournament.

Bai Ying thought to herself.

Chapter 120 The Missionary of Love

In a park, there is a large, seemingly vibrant tree, a light gray tent, a young man in a light gray tracksuit, a portable grill emitting fumes, and thinly sliced ​​pork belly, with a 80/20 fat-to-lean ratio, sizzling and releasing its oil, its edges gradually becoming crispy and fragrant.

The young man stared at the pork belly, nothing special, his otherwise ordinary face showing deep thought.

"Do you know what he's doing?"

A very sophisticated inquiry.

"...It's just regular grilled meat, right?"

A somewhat uncertain guess.

"Incorrect. He saw the pork belly he bought at the supermarket and thought about the great development of social productivity brought about by the technological revolution. Thinking about the development of social productivity, he thought about the progress of the times on a material level. Thinking about this material progress, he thought that whether in the past or present, people still pursue material growth, generating a lifetime of joys and sorrows for it. Even though moral standards have changed, the fundamental nature of humanity remains the same. From this, he went further, questioning the accuracy of the saying, 'When the granaries are full, people know etiquette; when they are well-fed and clothed, they know honor and shame…'"

A confident and resolute statement.

"It's a real shame that white fungi have evolved to the point of losing their ability to reason."

He gave a curt retort, clearly not believing it.

"I wonder if we can pinpoint the exact second when meat is at its most delicious, or when emotions are at their most intense. What kind of experiences and changes can give rise to something called love? When meat is cooked, it sizzles, releases oil, and becomes crispy and fragrant. What are the characteristics of love when it appears?"

As the young man answered, he quickly used his chopsticks to stack the perfectly cooked slices of meat on the grill, picked them up, and stuffed them into his wide-open mouth in one go.

Yukino Yukinoshita pondered, the world of superpowered individuals might be a little different from what she had imagined... even though she had already met the mouthpiece and the shadow puppet.

“This is a simple question.” Bai Ying tossed his backpack aside, then reached in and pulled out a peach wood sword. “My child! Let your father give you his deepest love…”

boom!

The young man held up a gun, his white figure's chest stained red.

The echo lingered in the air.

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"you……"

Bai Ying asked with difficulty, "When did you learn American Iaijutsu?"

"Xu Bai, you were too careless. It seems that your vigilance has dropped significantly since you left the troupe."

The young man replied calmly, glancing at the somewhat dazed Yukino Yukinoshita.

The white figure slowly fell to the ground, and Yukino Yukinoshita didn't react for a moment.

Guns, shooting? What...why? No, wait a minute, if they're superpowered...

The white figure collapsed to the ground, and the perfectly intact Killer Queen emerged from its body. The young man froze, his calm demeanor instantly transforming into fervent curiosity. He rushed forward with incredible speed, bombarding him with a barrage of questions: "You didn't suppress your Stand, allowing it to fully revert to its original form? Are you the White Shadow or Yoshikage Kira?! Tell me quickly, what is the soul after death, or something similar?! What is the concrete manifestation of the spirit? Where does the principle of the soul lie? What is the meaning of life?"

Downward whip kick!

Bang!

A hard sound came from the young man's calf.

"Ha, the same trick on me..."

The young man jerked backward in a panic, dodging the wooden sword that was being swung horizontally, and quickly retreated to avoid the repeated slashes. The white figure was indeed lying on the ground, but the Assassin Queen could still move. She gripped the wooden sword and swung it a few times, but she couldn't get too far away from the white figure, managing to force the young man back a little distance.

The white figure leaped up, snatched the wooden sword from the stunt double, twirled it with a flick of the wrist, and shook his head, saying, "Props master, you're out of touch. What era are we living in that you're still playing with guns? Either turn them into toy guns or send them to prison to learn the Dao. They're neither good nor bad, utterly useless—back when I first joined the theater troupe, I could have slaughtered you with just an ink gun..."

The prop master chuckled: "Yeah, back then you looked all respectable, but you were fooled by my fake gun. You even wrote an 800-word essay on the topic 'What is Love' just to get that water gun to play with."

Yukinoshita Yukino: "..."

Perhaps I'm overreacting?

"There are outsiders here today, and we haven't seen each other for many days, so let's talk about some happy memories," Bai Ying said seriously. "Back then, Bai Yinghua deceived men's feelings, and you and I worked together to replace the Valentine's Day chocolates she prepared with brand new ones. The poor man who was deceived was so bitter that he spat a mouthful of chocolate all over Bai Yinghua's face..."

Props maker: "Then you disguised yourself as Bai Yinghua and came to settle scores with me in a menacing manner, making me think that I had been discovered and had no choice but to surrender, so I was forced to eat that chocolate as well."

Bai Ying: "Back then, we worked together to add cool customization features to the puppets of the propaganda department. At the climax of the performance, the dancing puppets transformed into fireworks in a dazzling display, and their amazing singing amazed the audience. Everyone in the propaganda department applauded and cheered..."

Props maker: "Then I got harassed by that pervert from the mouthpiece, who insisted that I make a puppet to settle the score. I make props, not puppets."

"That's because you're so skilled," Bai Ying said, displeased. "Why do you keep saying things that upset you? Do you have masochistic tendencies?"

"Oh, there's some good news too. You managed to find the candy pill I had tucked away in the small box inside the big box," the prop master said with a regretful expression. "That candy pill was delicious, but it caused a bit of diarrhea as a side effect..."

Yukino Yukinoshita had a blank expression. Shiro-kun's years in the Scarlet Troupe seemed quite outrageous... Besides, are the only normal people in the Scarlet Troupe Taicho and Anshin-in?

"Alright! Draw your sword!"

A white figure trembled, brandishing its peach wood sword.

"Ah!"