There were constant knocking sounds in the coffee shop. The Butterfly Ninja stood in front of the counter, holding a small garlic pestle and carefully mashing the mandala in the stone mortar.
Halfway through, she stopped slightly and turned to look at the half-open door behind the counter.
As he turned his eyes away, a thin steel wire with a hook at the front flew out of the room with a whoosh and headed straight for a bag of cheesecake on the counter.
The three-clawed steel hook suddenly closed in the moment it hit the target, firmly grabbing the nitrogen-filled packaging bag.
After a moment of stagnation, the person who threw the wire seemed to want to pull the bread back into the room. But as soon as he stopped, there was a bang, and the half-empty packaging bag was forced open by the pressure brought by the hook.
A small piece of cake fell out of the bag tremblingly. When it was about to hit the ground, Butterfly Ninja stretched out his hand and caught it accurately.
"Have you fallen so far that you don't even want to leave the house?"
The butterfly ninja put the cake aside and sighed worriedly: "This will make you fat, and it's not healthy. To avoid this situation, would you like me to add a little to your food..."
"Need not!"
Shiraishi walked out of the room quickly, fearing that if he were a step too late, his pure and flawless cake would be tarnished.
But when he lowered his head and saw a little bit of flower juice on the paper holder of the small cake, he immediately didn't dare to put the cake in his mouth.
I need to add another rule to the store clerk rules later - after handling the medicinal materials, you are not allowed to touch the store manager's drinking water before washing your hands to prevent accidental killing of the boss...
During these three days, for practice, whenever Shiraishi was at home, he would call out the tightrope and grab whatever he wanted.
After activating this skill, Shiraishi felt as if he had gained three more organs out of thin air.
When I first used them, the physical sensation was still very unfamiliar - it was like picking peas with my non-dominant hand. My brain knew what to do, but my hands just wouldn't obey.
Now, after Shiraishi's practice and the remaining automatic calibration function of this thing, there is no big problem with the accuracy of his throwing, but the strength is still not well controlled.
In addition, due to the influence of "science", when using steel wire, it will follow some physical rules - for example, it cannot fly halfway with the air conditioner, nor can it circle and expand in the air like a dancing snake. When it is thrown, there are certain speed requirements.
When he came back to his senses, he saw Butterfly Ninja looking at his cuffs curiously. Shiraishi thought she was also interested in this new skill, so he lowered his hand.
When he lifted it up again, he held a wire claw in his hand, and the remaining wire hung down into his sleeve.
Shiraishi grabbed the paw and clicked it twice.
The steel claws are composed of three curved hooks. As Shiraishi moves, they tighten, changing from blunt hooks to sharp claws, and then click again and return to their original shape:
"It's convenient. After unpacking, I finally don't have to look for scissors everywhere."
"Hmm..." Butterfly Ninja nodded, his expression still full of curiosity, "But why does it have to stick out from the sleeves? Isn't it easy to snag and tear the clothes?"
"It can also appear from the hem of clothes, trouser cuffs, or even socks...it needs to be covered by clothing so that others cannot see it appearing out of thin air."
Shiraishi lowered his head as he spoke, and a wire lasso was thrown out from his collar behind his back, then quickly fell back and disappeared into his collar.
"I see." Butterfly held his chin, "Then if I don't have any clothes, can I still use them?"
"..." The steel claw almost scratched Shiraishi's hand. He paused for two seconds, "I remember there is a store rule that prohibits teasing the boss without permission?"
"What are you thinking about? This is a rigorous scientific question." Butterfly Ninja covered his lips with an innocent face, as if he was surprised:
"It's easy to be attacked when swimming, bathing, or hot springs. As long as the enemy's bottom line is low enough, they will even choose this time to attack."
This explanation is quite reasonable.
But regarding this issue, Shiraishi had already tried it by borrowing a video recorder while taking a shower. Of course, he carefully destroyed all the video data afterwards——
"As long as no one sees it.
"That is to say, when I am facing you, the wire can stick out from behind, and when my back is to you, the wire can stick out from the front.
"After all, there are still a few situations where I can't cover myself with clothes, so I'm used to swinging the wire from my sleeves. It's the most convenient way, and I don't have to deliberately check where anyone is."
"..." The butterfly ninja got stuck in its shell. She didn't expect that Shiraishi would actually try it...
Seeing that the purple-cut black clerk finally had no other questions, Shiraishi put away the wire, took out the course schedule and took a look:
"It's finally updated. Tomorrow is August 29th, the start date of club activities... I have to prepare my luggage today."
According to the schedule given by Suzuki Ayako, the club activities will last for three days.
Although you may be sent home by enthusiastic police on the first day, you still need to be prepared.
Shiraishi is going to buy a suitable suitcase.
In the past three days, he has not encountered any tasks that require him to enter the virtual world.
Every day I just pick up plastic bags soaked in water on the non-motorized driveway, or go to the swimming pool to remind the lifeguard to save a person who is almost drowning, or sneak to the rooftop of the building and pick up a piece of plastic bag that is about to be blown away by the wind.
The billboards are fixed, etc., and life is quite comfortable.
Although the reward for this kind of mission is small, the bonus is that it occurs frequently - a rough calculation shows that Shiraishi's current income can already surpass that of many junior social workers in island countries.
Shiraishi went to the shopping mall and bought a sturdy suitcase with a lock.
When checking out, the counter was holding a prize draw for every 2,000 yen spent.
Shiraishi reached into the prize box and took out four lottery tickets.
Two of them were flashy advertisements, and the other two won a bottle of Coke and a book of his own choice. It was in line with his usual luck in lottery draws.
The clerk looked at the lottery tickets, moved a double-layered small bookshelf with many books, and asked Shiraishi to choose one.
When Shiraishi saw the pink and tender colors of this pile of books, he felt that it didn't work.
Looking at the titles of the books again, they were either classics such as "Man'yoshu" that he had no patience to read, or "The Dilemma of the Housewife" or "He and She in the Quiet Campus"... This kind of target group could not be understood at first glance.
Including his novels.
Shiraishi read through the two rows of books for a long time, and finally found a book with a title he could reluctantly accept, "Blue Kingdom".
Judging from the name, this should be history, fiction, or science fiction - in short, it is more suitable than those female-oriented literature.
And for some reason, he vaguely felt that the name sounded familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.
"Just this one." Shiraishi pinched the spine of the book and pulled out the thick single volume.