At exactly nine o'clock the next morning, Kisho, who was sitting on the bed with his eyes closed cultivating Nen, heard footsteps gradually approaching.
He snapped out of his cultivation in alertness, opened his eyes, and looked toward the door.
"Thump." The footsteps stopped, and a knock sounded from outside.
He jumped off the bed, walked to the door, and pulled it open.
Roy was standing outside. Behind him was a girl in her early twenties, dressed elegantly, with wine-red hair tied into a ponytail.
"Good morning, Mr. Noah," Roy greeted him, then turned back to the girl and said, "Take this gentleman's measurements and make clothes he can wear as soon as possible."
He paused, frowned slightly, and continued,
"It would be best if you check whether there are ready-made clothes in his size. If there are, send them over as soon as you can."
The tailor smiled and said, "All right, Mr. Roy."
She tilted her head toward Kisho, her gaze scanning him up and down like a searchlight. Then she narrowed her eyes.
"Oh my, what a cute little boy!"
Kisho: "…"
The girl walked up to Kisho and said to him, "Come on, let me take your measurements~"
With a swish, she somehow pulled out a measuring tape from who-knows-where, looked at Kisho—who was tense all over as if facing a great enemy—and said,
"Don't be so nervous~"
Kisho: "…"
He kind of wanted to retreat.
He silently used "Gyo" to look at the girl. After seeing that she was just an ordinary person with no Nen, Kisho finally relaxed a little.
Still, he felt extremely uncomfortable with her getting close.
Kisho suddenly realized that at some unknown point in time, he had already become unable to let a stranger approach him without concern, the way he could in his previous life.
"If I think about it like this, I'll also have to learn to cut my own hair," Kisho thought to himself, trying to distract himself from the nerves that were stretched tight from being approached.
"The current me would probably absolutely never turn my back on someone holding a knife and let that knife move around over my head."
"Mm, that's fine," the tailor girl said as she put away her measuring tape. Turning back to Roy, she said,
"We're pretty lucky. I have some ready-made clothes over there that are about the same size as Mr. Noah. I'll just need to alter them a bit after I get back."
She narrowed her eyes, raised one finger, and smiled.
"They can probably be delivered in about an hour."
"Mm, that's best. But we should still make a few extra sets for Mr. Noah as backups," Roy said after thinking for a moment.
Kisho, who couldn't get a word in: "…"
...
After the tailor girl left, Roy looked at Kisho and said,
"The time to meet the family head has been set for three o'clock this afternoon."
"Okay," Kisho nodded slightly.
"The family head is named Vervik Bankro. He has one daughter, named Anida Bankro."
Roy introduced them to Kisho.
"I've already reported your situation to the family head. The family head is very interested in you."
He thought for a moment, then stared at Kisho.
"The family head's intention is to arrange you as the young miss's close personal bodyguard."
Hearing this, Kisho slowly frowned.
—This was completely different from what he had imagined. With an arrangement like this, he would only be able to stay half a step behind a little kid and never stray far. How was he supposed to look for an inhibitor that way?
"What's wrong?"
Roy stared at Kisho. He had thought the kid would be overjoyed upon hearing the news, but instead, there wasn't the slightest trace of happiness on his face.
Perplexed, Roy asked, "Kid, you're still not satisfied with being the young miss's bodyguard? This position is the safest and has the highest pay!"
Kisho: "…"
"Safety" and "pay" were great, sure—but you had to stay alive to enjoy them.
Roy didn't get a positive answer from Kisho and laughed angrily.
"Even if you want the job, it doesn't mean you'll necessarily get it. After meeting the family head, you'll still have to undergo a test."
His voice lowered, expressing dissatisfaction.
"Who do you think can just become one? And you're not even happy about it… what an annoying kid!"
Kisho's temples twitched.
"I haven't said anything yet!"
His eyes darkened slightly. If that Vervik Bankro really arranged things this way, then he would have to make preparations early and solve the problem through other methods.
Either gain more trust so that he could get mixed into the research team and production factory for the raw liquid; or find the address where this major drug lord developed the raw liquid himself, and then quietly sneak in.
"I understand. I'll work seriously."
Kisho shrugged at Roy, who was practically exuding a sour, lemony aura.
"Relax. Since it's a job arranged by my employer, I'll definitely give it my all."
Roy stared at him, seemingly trying to judge how much of that statement he could believe.
"That's more like it."
Although he felt something was off at every turn, he couldn't see anything wrong on Kisho's stubborn-looking face.
Roy conceded defeat. He shook his head and said, half helpless and half compromising,
"Straighten yourself up. After all, I went all out recommending you in front of the family head. Don't let me down!"
Kisho nodded again and again.
"Got it, got it…"
...
Two o'clock in the afternoon.
Kisho stood stiffly in place, tugging at the off-white suit and bow tie on his body, looking at Roy with an unhappy expression.
"Do I really have to wear this?"
He was used to loose clothing and hated suits—most importantly, suits affected his speed when making a strategic retreat.
"Doesn't it look pretty good?" Roy looked him up and down, then turned his head to the same tailor girl from the morning and said, "Worthy of being the young miss's exclusive tailor. Your eye is pretty good."
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After changing out of the casual clothes sponsored by Amos and putting on the suit, Kisho didn't look at all like someone who had come out of Meteor City.
That face of his added way too many points—an innocent and pure, adorable face that made him look nothing like a thug with blood on his hands, but rather like a noble young master heading off to school.
"Heehee~"
The girl suddenly leaned in close to Kisho's face, raised her hand, and was about to ruffle his hair.
"So cute."
Kisho stiffened all over, then flashed away at a speed ordinary people couldn't see, escaping from beneath her devilish claws.
A trace of surprise flashed through the girl's eyes. Then she covered her mouth and laughed.
"Tsk, do you hate me that much~? That really makes me sad."
Kisho felt his scalp go numb.
"I'm just not used to people getting close. I didn't mean to offend you."
"Heeheeheehee~ I was just joking with you," the girl laughed loudly.
"...Gelia, stop teasing him."
Roy's forehead twitched as he spoke up to stop her.
He knew very well how vicious this kid named Noah was. The guys from Meteor City wouldn't care whether the person they wanted to kill was a man or a woman. He was worried that Gelia might really provoke this kid into exploding.
"Ahem."
He raised his hand, glanced at his watch, and said seriously,
"...It's about time. Mr. Noah, let's go."
Kisho took a big detour inside the room, avoiding the overly enthusiastic girl Gelia who he truly couldn't handle, and then followed behind Roy.
"Heehee~ next time I bring you clothes, I'll definitely make you so handsome you'll knock a whole crowd of little girls off their feet~"
Gelia waved her hand. As she spoke, she stared at Kisho's retreating back. The smile in her eyes gradually faded.
She slowly said,
"He's a… child worth paying attention to."
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