Demon Capital Slayer

Chapter 15 New Commission
The argument took place around the corner. Yu Jian approached and saw a girl sitting on the ground, surrounded by paintbrushes, papers, and other debris.

Surprisingly, her expression showed neither fear nor anger, only a bewilderment—a bewilderment that stemmed from a complete inability to comprehend the current situation.

The other three girls surrounded her, occasionally kicking away paintbrushes or other objects while talking incessantly.

Well, it's clear the locals aren't good at swearing. Aside from that, Yu Jian didn't draw any further conclusions.

From beginning to end, all those three women did was hurl ridiculous and unhelpful insults like "troublemaker," "annoying," and "stupid," followed by scolding the other person for "not knowing how to respect their seniors" and "not knowing how to read the room."

Yu Jian frowned as he listened, deliberately increasing the intensity of his steps as he approached. Sure enough, he saw the three stop their insults and turn their gaze toward him. Then... what are you blushing for?

At this moment, Yu Jian fully realized one thing: good-looking people are on easy mode in Earth Online.

He neither shouted at them nor offered any assistance, and the three girls who seemed to be bullies started blushing and feeling shy on their own.

All that arrogant and domineering attitude vanished instantly. But isn't it a bit too late to start acting like a lady now, clutching your skirt? Hey, you guys still have your feet on the victim's (suspected) sketchbook.

Some people may appear to be cool and handsome on the surface, but inside they are actually full of吐槽 (tu cao, meaning to roast or criticize) and complaining.

"Give."

Taking two steps forward, Yu Jian's height of nearly 1.9 meters forced the other party to look up at him.

Then, three drums were immediately banged against by the deer's head, making them clang loudly.

Seeing that there were outsiders present, the three girls became more hesitant.

"Consider yourself lucky!" she snapped at the girl who was squatting on the ground tidying up her belongings, before they casually backed away.

Before leaving, they never forgot to look back once, twice, three, four, five, six, seven, or eight times.

Seriously, when will you guys stop?
Yujian glanced over coldly. Both Shigenryu and Tennen Rishinryu have similar techniques called "Mekatsu," but they are unnecessary here.

After thinking for a moment, he took out the black-rimmed glasses that Lily Fragrance had given him and put them on, thinking that this would reduce the lethality like sheathing a sword, so that the other party would leave quickly.

Unexpectedly, one of them first turned red in the face, then started to have a nosebleed, and finally slumped to the side and fell onto her companion's shoulder. The other two were shocked and hurriedly carried her away, their faces flushed.

Damn it, I've run into someone obsessed with glasses.

With a dark expression, Yu Jian forcefully removed his glasses and saw the girl who had just been bullied looking up at him.

At this moment, the midday sun draped over the boy like a cloak woven from light, while the azure sky behind him overlooked the earth. The clouds, blown by the wind, resembled a flock of sheep grazing or a giant whale swimming, hanging down from the high heavens and blending into the pure white hair on his head. The newcomer seemed to be no ordinary person, but a flawless celestial being descended from the upper realm, shining brightly.

Therefore, it's no wonder that the trio reacted so dramatically.

But Yu Jian himself was completely oblivious to this. He had only been a handsome guy for a little over a month and severely lacked self-awareness. At this moment, he was inwardly complaining:

No, are you going to perform a similar show too?

Please take it down; we've already tasted enough.

"The color of the sky," the girl murmured to herself.

"Huh?" Yu Jian was taken aback.

The girl suddenly stood up and leaned closer to examine the boy's hair color; his fine, straight black hair almost fell onto Yu Jian's face.

Yu Jian did not dodge immediately. The girl's eyes were very pure, as if she were observing a mountain or a cloud, without any other thoughts mixed in.

"Do you need any help?" Yu Jian asked, breaking the awkward atmosphere.

"..." The girl paused for a moment, then shook her head to indicate that she didn't need it.

There was nothing Yujian could do now; if the person involved refused to help, it was difficult for outsiders to get involved in such a matter.

"Have you heard of the Cat's Paw Society? If you need help, you can check it out there." With that, he resumed his long journey to find the vending machine. Returning to the classroom with four bottles of drinks, Yujian told the three of them what had just happened.

"Ah, that's probably Akane Isshiki from the art club." Surprisingly, Sayaka was the first to give the answer.

“I worked for her before. Although she was a strange person, she was a good person. At least she paid me readily and never caused trouble.”

"We met while working together... Are you actually the king of part-time jobs or a legendary mercenary?" Miken thought to himself, then listened to Sayaka continue her introduction.

“I remember she had a high status in the art club. After all, she was a genius who had won a gold medal in a major competition. It is said that her family members are also famous painters. How could she be bullied by the reason of ‘seniority’?”

“I do know a little about this,” Nogizaka suddenly chimed in.

"Iroha's father is a famous Western painter. I have seen his works in my grandmother's study. They are beautifully colored landscape paintings."

"Nogizaka, you always say such outrageous things so casually." Sayaka sighed, rubbing her forehead.

"Huh? Really?" Nogizaka looked blank.

“Something must have happened.” Aizen Yurika thoughtfully raised her folding fan and nodded her chin.

"Yes, Aizen guessed right. About a month ago, Isshiki-senpai's father mysteriously disappeared from his own art studio. It is said that the doors and windows were locked from the inside, making it a classic locked-room mystery."

"The Metropolitan Police Department hasn't given any specific explanation, and now even the buzz surrounding related reports is starting to die down." Nogizaka shook his head, completely used to the incompetence of the Hinoshima Metropolitan Police Department, and said he was not surprised at all.

"How pitiful." Lily looked at him with pity, but then her tone suddenly became soft and gentle.

"Speaking of which, Mingjun, isn't that Isshiki-senpai cute?"

"..." A warning bell rang in Yu Jian's mind, for some reason, but it just kept ringing. Instinct told him that if he answered incorrectly, he would lose something very important, such as tomorrow's lunch.

"So-so." The cold-faced handsome man gave a nonchalant comment, as if describing an ordinary wildflower he saw by the roadside.

"Ah, it seems that the requirements of a wise ruler are very high." Lily Fragrance suddenly became happy.

"Is it 'that'?" Sayaka covered her mouth and whispered in Nogizaka's ear.

"Yeah, I think so too. It suits me perfectly." Nogizaka nodded subconsciously, then felt the hot breath on her ear, and her cheeks immediately turned as red as a monkey's bottom.

"You two, I heard you." Aizen Yurika turned her head and looked at them. Her expression was clearly smiling, but it made the two of them tremble like frogs being stared at by a snake.

Nothing happened during the lunch break, and the afternoon classes were also unremarkable.

After school, Yuken naturally followed Yurika's footsteps, and the two of them walked together toward the Nekomamushi Club's exclusive activity room—that abandoned train.

Before even reaching the train carriage, a figure stood alone ahead. The person was wearing a sailor uniform top and a pleated skirt that reached below the knees. The dark uniform was smeared with paint, giving them a... artistic look.

"Isshiki-senpai?" Although she had never met her before, Yurika quickly guessed who she was and took the initiative to greet her.

Akane didn't reply immediately, but instead earnestly looked back and forth between the two of them.

"Please, help me," Akane Isshiki stammered.

Then, she took out her sketchbook and opened it to show the two of them. It was covered with large swaths of oil paint that were not clearly shaped, a mixture of various colors that could hardly be called beautiful.

The single patch of pure white in the center stands out starkly and conspicuously, completely distinguishing it from the surrounding colors.

"I..." Akane Isshiki hesitated, seemingly unskilled at communicating with people, or perhaps socially awkward.

But in the end, she still managed to express her request.

"I want to draw the shadow of the sky."

(End of this chapter)