The Goofy Spring Breeze Blows Everywhere, Geto's Sister is Truly Impressive Ch. 94

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"Granny, you'll hold a worn-out little porcelain bowl with a few coins inside. Make sure your hand trembles while holding it, and your eyes have to shimmer with tears."

"And I—" Chihori placed a hand over her chest and coughed weakly, "—will sit collapsed on the ground, coughing faintly. In front of me lies a big sheet of white paper with the words:
[Family in poverty, gravely ill, stranded in a foreign land, forced to perform to survive. Please help us—send us cards so we can redeem a fairy-grade electric color-changing wing set and finally return home!]"

The air went completely silent for a few seconds.

The golden retriever-colored Piggy jumped in place. "What kind of talent show is this? This is just street performing for spare change!! And what was that last line??"

Chihori paused for a second, then explained with a serious face, "Performance art, you know. It's a type of talent too."

Satoru rested his hand on Naoya's shoulder. "If you don't like it, just give us the color-changing wings. Playing hard to get won't work—Jewel Pets won't pick you to be the next magical girl."

Naoya snapped, "What are you even talking about? I'm not gonna be some magical girl!"

While Satoru and Naoya were talking, Chihori took a step closer to Granny Brain-chan. Her eyes swept over the seam nestled in the wrinkles and she smiled. "Granny, what do you think?"

Granny Brain-chan was focused on the lottery. A smile bloomed on her face. "You're going for the draw? That one with the color-changing wings?"

"Yes!" Chihori nodded. "We've already set our sights. What about you?"

"At my age, there's really nothing I want anymore." Granny Brain-chan leaned on her cane, her voice raspy. "Just moving around with you youngsters is enough for me—when it comes to the lottery, as long as you're happy, that's all that matters."

Chihori looked up at the sky. "Honestly, besides the color-changing wings, I don't even know what else to go for. That mysterious little charm box? Looks kinda interesting."

Granny Brain-chan picked up on that. Her expression didn't show what she was thinking, still just a gentle smile on her face as she leaned in to whisper to Chihori, "...Oh, I used to dabble in charms and things like that when I was younger. Maybe I could take a look at that little box for you later, see if it has any kind of protective power you could carry around."

Chihori lifted her clear green eyes and smiled. "Actually, I'm more interested in stuff that attracts evil spirits."

Brain-chan: "?"

Chihori: "Because I can be super cursed too, you know? Double negative makes a positive."

Brain-chan: "??"

—Have today's teens started speaking a whole new language or something?!

"Are you two done talking?" Satoru suddenly cut in from the side, his white hair poking in. "So how are we buying the erhu? I don't even know how to play it."

Chihori replied, "They probably sell one somewhere on this street—don't worry, you don't need to know how to play it. We're just going for a full-on banshee wail vibe."

Then she turned back to Granny Brain and winked playfully. "Granny, you think you can pull off that kind of vibe later?"

Granny Brain-chan asked, "What kind of vibe?"

"You know, trembling hands, tearful eyes," Satoru gestured dramatically, "genuine emotional pain."

Brain-chan was great at acting, but crying wasn't something she practiced often. Considering the current condition of her host body, she pretended to be a little unsure. "That's a bit tricky for this old lady, but I'll try my best to keep up with you young folks."

She leaned on her cane and gave a couple of coughs before continuing. "Or if you've got any good tricks to help me get in the mood."

Satoru thought for a moment. "Usually people just spray pepper spray or pinch themselves or something."

"Let's not with the pepper spray. These old eyes can't handle it," Granny Brain-chan rasped. She turned to Chihori. "Sweetheart, maybe you can help me get in the mood?"

"Me? How?" Chihori tilted her head.

Brain-chan planned to use some light physical contact to probe for more information about the silver-haired girl—and maybe sneak in a little hidden mark while she was at it.

She said, "Just give me a little bit of pain, and I'll work with it to build up the emotion. Might help me pull off the tearful expression we want."

Naoya hesitated. "That doesn't seem right... you're older, and for us to lay hands on you..."

"I'm really taking this activity seriously. It's not every day I get to have fun with young people like you." Granny Brain-chan gave a wrinkled smile. "It's fine, don't worry about age and all that."

Chihori blinked her green eyes. "So, you want me to lightly smack you or something, Granny?"

Granny Brain-chan replied, "Exactly." She smiled. "And don't be too careful, dear. These old bones are still pretty sturdy—besides, even if something goes wrong, I wouldn't blame you."

Being too careful would make it harder for Brain-chan to do what she wanted. She was trying to get Chihori to make more contact—and maybe get a glimpse of her abilities.

"I see," Chihori nodded. "Alright then, I'll go all in."

Chihori stretched her arm back, fingers pressed together in the stance of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, getting ready for a light strike.

—She was now almost certain that this sweet old lady was just Brain in disguise. But Chihori also understood this wasn't the right time or place to settle things in public.

So it was better to take it somewhere quieter. Conveniently, she'd just seen the map in a pamphlet earlier, and the system had already stored the image, now projecting a mental layout of the area in her mind.

And how to move the scene to a secluded spot? Naturally, with this one light hit.

Granny Brain-chan didn't sense anything off. She hadn't picked up on any cursed energy from Chihori. The silver-haired girl casually raised her hand, tilting her head. "Then I'll go for it now, Granny?"

Granny Brain-chan smiled warmly and nodded. "Go ahead, no pressure, dear."

Satoru mumbled quietly from the side, falling into thought. "This setup... this dialogue... feels weirdly familiar."

Hearing Satoru's voice, Naoya slowly formed a mental question mark. Why did it feel familiar? What was it about this scene that was triggering memories?

In front of them, Chihori's face was calm as she thrust her palm forward. The old lady wore a peaceful smile, leaning on her cane.

Naoya stared at the scene right before his eyes.

Everything looked so calm and natural.

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