Chapter 743: The Return of the Candy Kaijin
∆Wait a minute…didn’t we already deal with an event like this before? Around the time we had to do that trade with that freaky Marquis?∆
=The Marquis de Howlite? Yes, I do recall that moment…but I do believe this is going to be different.=
∆Really? Why’s that?∆
=Because the girl getting harassed this time around isn’t actually a girl…or human for that matter.=
∆Oh yeah…damn, they have really upped their transformation game.∆
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∆∆Come on, miss. Don’t you know it’s an honor to catch the eye of the young master of the Raging Mountain Sect?∆∆
∆∆Yeah, yeah!∆∆
∆∆Guys, guys, please. You’re scaring her. Pardon me, miss…∆
∆∆Kit. My name is Kit.∆∆
∆∆Pardon me, Miss Kit.∆∆
‘Oh boy…’
While in the middle of walking to who knows where, Zhen Liu and the girls had stumbled upon a scene that felt eerily familiar to him but with slightly yet significantly different details.
From an initial glance, it appeared that they had stumbled upon a young woman being actively harassed by a group of men and women. It reminded Zhen Liu of an incident involving a girl from Radiant Feather that happened a couple months back, but the details were significantly different this time around.
For starters, this group wasn’t trying to mug their target, instead, it appeared to be a case of terrible flirting at minimum, but could also be correctly identified as a bad case of sexual harassment.
Secondly, the group in question did not appear to be as impoverished in slightest, judging from the quality of their clothes, the gaudy accessories and the telltale arrogance that came with money and status.
Finally, and most importantly, the target of this harassment wasn’t a young woman at all. In fact, they weren’t even human. In reality, the one being harassed was the taffy and metal based kaijin that Zhen Liu made for one Elsa Reinhart, who she had lovingly named Kit.
Granted, Kit at this moment looked surprisingly feminine given their bobcut hair that was a garish pink and green, like saltwater taffy, framing their incredibly androgynous face. The character known as “Princess Knight”, briefly flashed through his head as he stared at the disguised kaijin, but was quickly brought back to reality by Jinju Ren.
Well, brought back to reality by what Jinju Ren said.
“Xiao Liu, what are you standing around for? That girl is under duress!”
“Huh?”
Zhen Liu had long informed Jin Fang and Rianna about the evening where he had met the woman who helped his grandfather and grandmother escape to Stampeding Bison, and how he had made that woman a “child” as recompensation for all of her work.
However, he had yet to tell Jinju Ren, leading to this fun little conversation.
“I recognize that douche canoe’s emblem. The Raging Mountain sect may be one of the more respected sects in the Empire, but their scion is a notoriously lecherous asswipe. That girl is about to be in for a real bad time unless we do something about it.”
“Yeah…I don’t think we need to do anything. Also, please stop picking up words from Pathos.”
∆∆Ain’t my fault your world’s slang and curse words are so incredibly funny.∆∆
“What?! Oh come on, none of them are even that strong, they’d go down real fast if you sent in someone like Nepherage or even Spring Brawler. Why aren’t you doing anything to save her? What happened to the dashing hero who swallowed cursed flames and bitch slapped someone into unconsciousness for their first tournament victory?”
“Well…for starters, they’re not a her…or even human.”
“Wait, what?”
“Just watch.”
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*Bing-Bong*
As a brief reminder to the audience, Kit was actually a kaijin made from taffy, old war medals and the blood of a psychic soldier from another world.
Thank you.
…
I’m fairly certain your audience has the ability to understand object permanence, mister author.
|It doesn’t hurt to do these announcements anyways.|
Whatever you say…
*Bing-Bong*
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∆∆Come on, Miss Kit. What do you say? Just one measly cup of tea with little ole me?∆∆
∆∆Apologies, but I really-∆∆
∆∆Can’t you take a short break?∆∆
‘Ugh. Do these assholes not understand that no means no? Scheiße!∆∆
Kit had initially planned this day to be rather simple.
They were going to wake up early, knock out prep for the store so that mama could sleep in for a bit and then go to the market to buy a batch of ingredients for the daily meals and candies and possibly find something to use for the daily special.
They had managed to do that first half quite easily, but just as they were about to return home, they were suddenly stopped by some fuckwit in a some gaudy ass silk outfit and his merry band of fuckwits, consisting of one man and one woman that were both physically intimidating.
As their mama taught them before, a bear is a still a bear, even if they were wearing a tutu.
Objectively, the man was physically attractive.
Personality was…Kit didn’t want anything to do with them in the slightest.
∆∆Come on, Miss. What’s the harm in one little drink?∆∆
‘I don’t know, you creep, maybe the fact that you were planning to drug me and then have you and your group of enablers have their way with me?,’ Kit assessed while reading all of their minds. ‘And it looks like I won’t be able to use my trick or saying I’m the opposite gender to these creeps…great…’
∆∆As I said, I have some delicate ingredients in my arms that need to be put away soon. So please, leave me alone.∆∆
∆∆But it’s so early in the morning!∆∆
‘It’s the afternoon, you gangbanging cretins.’
From a quick reading of all three of their minds, this wasn’t the first time they had done something heinous like this before and it certainly wasn’t going to be their last.
If their scan of all of their memories were accurate, than Kit was going to be the fifth one this week.
‘The power of privilege I suppose…how disgusting.’
In this moment, Kit was reminded that one of the biggest (up/down)sides from being able to read people’s minds was being able to understand someone’s intentions the moment they opened their mouths.
It was great for when the shop had to deal with customers who didn’t know what they wanted exactly, but in moments like these…it just made Kit slightly more misanthropic than what they liked to be. Either way, they were going to try and be polite one more time before getting… messy.
∆∆As I said before, I have a very busy day and I must get back to the shop so I can-∆∆
∆∆We heard that song and dance already, miss,∆∆ the meatslab of a woman to their right said while stepping closer to Kit.
To their left, the guy minion stepped closer as well, albeit, he had the added action of slowly reaching towards Kit.
∆∆So why don’t we help you out with your burden and then we can-∆∆
“Alright, that tears it.”
∆∆Huh? What the-ah! My arm!∆∆
∆∆Whoa!∆∆
∆∆Gao Tang!∆∆
∆∆M-master Yue Dan! Gao Mei! Help me!∆∆
Just as the guy identified as Gao Tang was about to reach towards Kit’s wrists in order to firmly grasp them and probably drag them away to who knows where, Kit had reacted much faster and managed to put them in a wrist lock before they even had a chance to do anything.
This moment was surprising for two reasons, one visually and one spiritually.
Visually, Kit looked significantly more wispy, thin and demure in comparison to Gao Tang. A clear, noticably physical difference that would suggest such a moment shouldn’t be possible.
Spiritually, despite being a creepy fuck, Gao Tang was technically an Aether Master, meaning that they were league above most mortals already. Especially since Not wasn’t exhibiting any aether or anima power that would suggest they were stronger than Gao Tang in the slightest.
Evidently, Yue Dan and his gang were used to being wolves preying upon a sheep, so they had no idea what to do when it turned out the sheep this time around was actually a tiger in disguise.
Well…they had one idea.
∆∆Let go of his arm, you candy colored bitch!,∆∆ Gao Mei threatened as she drew a sword seemingly out of nowhere. Apparently whatever this “Raging Mountain Sect” was, they had enough wealth and power to supply members with spatial storage treasures. Which, to Kit’s POV, was a massive waste in resources.
At sight of this drawn weapon, Kit didn’t shirk or let go of Gao Tang’s wrist. Instead, they gripped a little tighter.
∆∆Agh!∆∆
∆∆Hey! What the fuck did I just-∆∆
∆∆Two point one two seconds.∆∆
∆∆Huh?∆∆
At this sudden exclamation of numbers, Gao Mei ended up pausing, prompting Kit to elaborate their statement.
∆∆It would take me, two points one two seconds to break your presumed brother’s wrist before you even have a chance to swing that fancy blade of yours.∆∆
At this sentence, Kit’s face looked decidedly more evil.
∆∆You really wanna risk it?∆∆
