The Goofy Spring Breeze Blows Everywhere, Geto's Sister is Truly Impressive Ch. 10

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Swinging her pumpkin like a wrecking ball, Chihori knocked out a few more people before casually replying to the system in her head, [I'll reread the manga when I have time. Now, who's Toji? Limited-time question, short answer only, 5 points.]

The system instantly fired back out of reflex:

[Answer: 1. Born into the Zen'in family but had zero cursed energy, instead got a Heavenly Restriction buff, making him a physical monster. 2. Bounty hunter, sorcerer killer, gets the job done for money. 3. Extremely popular with rich ladies. 4. Naoya Zen'in's idol. 5. Megumi's biological dad, Tsumiki's stepdad, absolute peak dad bod—prprpr.]

Chihori: [Minus six points for unnecessary sound effects.]

System: [Wait, WHAT?! There were only five points in total—how am I in the negative now?!]

A second later, it realized something. [Hold up, why am I even answering your question like this is a damn test?!]

Chihori: [Because you're a beautiful idiot, duh.]

With one final pumpkin swing, Chihori flattened the last guy who got too close. The remaining thugs, realizing they weren't dealing with an easy target but a full-on nightmare, wasted no time retreating.

Chihori calmly placed her pumpkin head back on, fished out her phone, and had the system tweak the caller ID before anonymously reporting them to the police.

"Not bad, but you're going too easy on them." Toji lazily glanced at the group of people sprawled across the ground. "This won't be much of a deterrent. Next time, it'll just be a new batch coming after your money."

In her head, Chihori automatically translated that into: [A new batch of people will come to steal money] = [A new batch of test subjects for plant durability experiments]

Chihori: "Awesome!"

Toji: "???"

"Amitābha, good deeds bring good karma," Chihori said with zero sincerity before blinking up at him and reaching for the marigold. "Thanks for holding onto my flowerpot, kind citizen."

Toji smirked. "I'm no good guy," he said. "I expect payment." He nodded toward the coin pouch on Chihori's waist.

Chihori glanced at him. "So you're a bounty hunter for hire? The infamous Sorcerer Killer?"

"Oh?" Toji crossed his arms, a slow grin stretching across his scarred lips. He didn't confirm or deny it—just smiled lazily. "What, you interested?"

Chihori had already made up her mind the moment she heard the system's summary. Tilting her head, she asked, "Can I hire you?"

Toji gave her a quick once-over before letting out a half-scoff. "With that little bit of cash? That's barely enough to make me blink."

"These are just the initial funds. I know it's not enough," Chihori admitted. "But I plan on sticking with you for the next few days—hitting the racetracks, casinos, and other gambling spots. The money will pile up. So... how about a partnership for now?"

Toji already had a decent impression of Chihori. Plus, he was intrigued by her luck with gambling. If things went well, the profits would roll in fast. And honestly? He didn't have anything better to do.

After a brief moment of consideration, he agreed. "Alright."

Rolling his shoulders, Toji flexed his fingers, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. "So... you wanna hire me for what exactly?"

The pumpkin-headed girl didn't respond immediately, as if carefully choosing her words.

Toji, making an educated guess, figured she must be from some prestigious family. Hiring a sorcerer killer probably meant she had a target in mind—maybe a rival or a competitor in the family inheritance battle.

After all, when you couldn't get your hands dirty yourself, you had to hire a hitman to make it look like an accident.

The dark side of elite families was always like this—Toji had seen it all growing up in the Zen'in clan. Nothing about it surprised him anymore.

Tossing the coin pouch in his hand, he looked down at the pumpkin-headed girl, a smirk tugging at his scarred lips. "Alright, spill."

Murder, kidnapping, blackmail, intimidation—whatever it was, he was good at it.

Chihori: "I want to hire you... to help me acquire a strawberry milk factory."

Toji: "???"

Chihori: "I'd recommend starting with market research first. Scope out a well-established factory with a solid foundation—one that makes sweet, but not overly sugary, strawberry milk."

Toji: "......???"

There was a full second of silence as Toji seriously considered whether this girl was messing with him.

Chihori, however, met his gaze with complete sincerity.

Eventually, Toji couldn't hold back. "So what you're saying is... you want me to—"

Chihori: "Drink a lot of strawberry milk, explore a variety of flavors, and carefully pick the best one for acquisition. Oh, by the way, do you have kids?"

Heavenly Restriction Tyrant—Sorcerer Killer—Spicy Dad™—Toji Fushiguro: "......"

Something about this request felt fundamentally wrong.

In the end, Toji and Chihori reached a temporary cooperation.

Even though this job didn't quite match the usual gigs Toji took, no one said no to money. Plus, he had been kinda curious about Chihori's abilities.

The task? Buying out a strawberry milk factory. Toji figured that if he wasn't up for it, he could always pass it on to someone else.

After all, the job was posted anonymously. No way was he gonna personally step in and say, "Hey, find me a fully equipped strawberry milk factory where most customers have a sweet tooth."

Toji wondered if any curse users on the dark web would take the job. If not, he could always hit up Shiyu Kong and let that middleman handle it.

Shiyu Kong: "?" This doesn't really match my usual business either??

Chihori and Toji exchanged contacts, planning to hit up the racetracks together in the future.

As a show of sincerity, Chihori had even taken off her double-layered pumpkin mask in front of Toji, revealing her real face.

Toji lazily lifted an eyelid, smirking. "Huh. So you really are just a kid."

"Small body, big brain—that's me, Chihori the Sickly Warrior!" Chihori gave a thumbs-up. "Thanks for the compliment!"

Toji: I am not complimenting.jpg

"If your children likes strawberry milk, once the factory's up and running, I can hook you up with an unlimited supply."

Toji was about to refuse but hesitated for a second before just letting it slide.

Eh, whatever. He could decide later. He thought.

Unlimited milk wasn't exactly a bad deal. No point in turning down free stuff.

Megumi Fushiguro in the future: Vomited after drinking.jpg

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