Happy Life
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- Bajena-san, do you know that cursing attracts evil spirits? And it's more than just superstition, believe me, I have experience. Even if you yourself don't do anything wrong, yokai flock to any minor darkness in the heart like moths to a flame, and feed on it, ultimately bringing misfortune to the person. Not to mention that it will also scare away any wealthy person who might take an interest in you. Why create difficulties for yourself? - Ayano tilted her head to the side questioningly.
- But never mind, that was just a digression, I'm not here to preach, - she made a gesture as if putting something aside. - Imagine, yesterday I witnessed a strange scene in a souvenir shop. Some greasy, mustachioed man loudly complained about the prices of luxury goods, shaking his fist and shouting something about oppressed workers. He even vaguely threatened to destroy the shop - and in the end, nothing happened to him for it; moreover, the saleswoman mentioned that this is normal here, and he even has some kind of political force or something like that. To be honest, I've never seen anything like this before. In my homeland, such troublemakers would be put on their knees in the square and bricks would be piled on top of them, and a sign would be hung around their neck that says "rowdy." - The miko shook her head, not believing her own story. - And the main thing is, he looks... I don't even know how to describe him. He has a bruise on half of his face, but his clothes are impeccable - as if he were a highwayman who had just taken a nobleman's coat. Do you have any idea what's going on here?
- But never mind, that was just a digression, I'm not here to preach, - she made a gesture as if putting something aside. - Imagine, yesterday I witnessed a strange scene in a souvenir shop. Some greasy, mustachioed man loudly complained about the prices of luxury goods, shaking his fist and shouting something about oppressed workers. He even vaguely threatened to destroy the shop - and in the end, nothing happened to him for it; moreover, the saleswoman mentioned that this is normal here, and he even has some kind of political force or something like that. To be honest, I've never seen anything like this before. In my homeland, such troublemakers would be put on their knees in the square and bricks would be piled on top of them, and a sign would be hung around their neck that says "rowdy." - The miko shook her head, not believing her own story. - And the main thing is, he looks... I don't even know how to describe him. He has a bruise on half of his face, but his clothes are impeccable - as if he were a highwayman who had just taken a nobleman's coat. Do you have any idea what's going on here?
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
