Chapter 93: Special Hobbies "If she likes it, let her raise it."...

It is still unknown how Mimi Moroboshi, who will actually receive this gift, feels. However, Hayato Gokudera, who thought he would receive this gift, was troubled from morning to afternoon.

He spent a day as a tour guide, accompanying his tenth-generation junior sister—and a baseball idiot—on a tour of Palermo. In the morning, they took a walk in the city and visited the church, and in the evening, they took a boat to watch the sunset on the sea.

The setting sun lit up the sea, and the sea breeze blew, sparkling golden-red waves. A short-haired girl leaned against the railing, still holding the beautifully packaged small bag.

The baseball idiot who should have been circling around her like a puppy chasing its tail seemed to be helping her get her fishing rod for sea fishing. The annoying guy disappeared, and Mukudera's mood should have improved a little. But as he stood alone behind her, watching her hair mess up in the wind, he suddenly felt a little uneasy again.

The reason she hadn't given the gift today might be because there was always someone around - girls always care about their reputation, and that... that thing is indeed not a gift that can be casually given to others in public.

Her hood fluttered in the wind, and the silver-haired man's gaze followed it involuntarily, like a dog instinctively chasing a moving object... He had his own reasons for being upset. After all, he had been worrying about when she would give him a gift and how he would politely refuse. It was understandable that he was restless and his attention was always focused on her.

...What the hell, because of this, he felt like he had a collar around his throat all day. But the girl was still holding the collar leisurely, rummaging around in the trash can, and then she leaned over the railing, bored and looking at the scenery, leaving him alone.

Should he ask proactively? Wouldn't it be even worse if she mistakenly thought he was asking for the collar...

But he really wanted to ask the other party why he wanted to buy that thing. What was so good about that collar?

If Chaomu could hear his inner question, she'd probably reply, "Because the cat's eye on that collar adds ten more points of luck and agility than Mimi's old one." But she didn't have the ability to read minds, so she simply leaned halfway out of the boat, bored, to gaze at the ship drifting where the sky met the sea.

After a brief hesitation of just a few seconds, Hayato Gokudera had already missed his chance. The baseball idiot, who had finally disappeared for a few minutes, had returned to Chaomu's side, carrying his fishing gear and bucket, smiling and taking up his place.

And the gift bag that he had been eyeing was casually put somewhere by her, so he couldn't find it for a moment and could only look at her back.

When the baseball idiot suggested going fishing together, he thought Chaomu would be uninterested - after all, she seemed only interested in wandering around and rummaging through trash cans. She had been wearing those unattractive white gloves and rummaging around all day. He didn't know what kind of black technology those gloves were, but after rummaging around all day, they didn't look dirty at all.

But to Musi's surprise, Chaomu showed the same enthusiasm for fishing as for rummaging through trash cans.

The short-haired girl took the fishing rod with an amateurish posture, but she was very imposing. If you didn't know her, you would think she was holding an extra-long machete.

"Back then, I was the woman who caught the five king fish with a glass rod and ordinary bait—a fishing master!" she declared confidently. Then, under the gaze of two men, she caught nothing on her first try. The large fish that took hold of the bait deftly flicked its tail before escaping with such grace that even Mukuro was slightly envious.

The fishing master wasn't unhappy or ashamed about his empty hook. He just frowned slightly and muttered, "What a mistake! This is the way to fish... The feel is even worse than with a bamboo rod."

"It's inevitable that this will happen when you're fishing with this kind of rod for the first time," Yamamoto said, patting her shoulder and comforting her. He naturally pulled her towards him with his arms. "After all, different rods are like different swords. If you don't know the right one for you, it takes time to get used to it."

"Indeed." Chaomu agreed with his words. "Yamamoto-kun is very understanding."

After all, the gameplay of each game's built-in fishing mini-game is different, and even an experienced player like her needs to adapt to it again.

The sea breeze, carrying salty vapor, swept across the deck. She sat cross-legged on the fishing box, her fishing rod propped crookedly beside her. Yamamoto Takeshi was teaching her how to adjust the lead weight, his wheat-colored forearm draped loosely behind her waist.

This scene was a bit heartbreaking. Hayato Gokudera sighed but said nothing - when it came to fishing and the like, Yamamoto Takeshi, whose father ran a sushi restaurant, had been exposed to it since he was a child and was indeed more skilled than him.

If he were a teenager, he would probably go up and compete with the other party to see who is more skilled, but now the Guardian of Mist is much more low-key than before.

He leaned against the mast, his arms folded, watching the girl pull at the arched fishing rod like a tug-of-war. She hadn't caught any fish this time, and a pair of broken glasses dangled from the hook... God knows where it came from, and only God knows why she pulled at them with such intensity as if she were hooking a humpback whale.

…And why, after catching the glasses, did she hold them like that, kneeling on the ground and crying, mumbling something… “Xinbaji”? It sounds like someone’s name. Is this someone’s relic? But her tone didn’t sound particularly sad…

The enthusiasm for this sea fishing activity was so high from morning to night that it lasted until it was completely dark. Although she had only caught broken glasses, newspapers, and empty cans in the previous dozen times, Mukuro was surprised that the Sicilian marine environment had been polluted to this extent. He wondered whether he should recommend the tenth generation to consider managing it. But after becoming proficient, she was successful again and again, not only catching a huge sea bass, but even a... golden trash can.

"Oh wow, I got something." Chaomu looked happier than when he caught the trash can. He squatted on the deck and excitedly opened the box. "Let me see what good stuff I got... Treasure from a sunken ship? The curse of the black pearl...?"

The black pearl necklace emanated an ominous black mist, clearly not some "treasure" one could take home without hesitation. Seeing her eagerly trying to put it in her pocket, Gokudera Hayato quickly grasped her hand and, after much persuasion, finally managed to get her to hand it over to him, agreeing that a family expert would examine it and that he would notify her if there were any follow-up findings.

Since it was just a small side quest, Chaomu simply treated the necklace as a quest item and didn't hold it in high regard. After a day of fishing and collecting a lot of Italian junk, she was in a good mood and hummed happily as the boat returned.

On the way back, the moonlight was beautiful, and Mukudera, feeling calm, thought about the necklace again. Before he could think through the thought and decide whether to ask Chaomu about it, he saw Yamamoto bend down slightly and hand the fishbone chain to the girl.

"After all, it's Miss Mu's thing... I need you to help me wear it so I can confirm whether it can collect flames in this position." The black-haired young man's eyebrows curved slightly, and he lowered his head to match her movements. "Do you want me to hang it around my neck?"

Chaomu naturally agreed and carefully adjusted the placement: "If it's hung like this, it should be able to hang down to the chest? If it's placed close to the skin..."

"I'll keep it close to me, don't worry."

When she put the necklace on him, the girl's arms seemed to be hugging the man's neck. When she withdrew her arms, she gently patted his cheek. The man smiled and took the initiative to rub her palm.

The ring's outline was blurred by the moonlight, dangling against the man's chest like a dog tag. The light stung Musi's eyes, and the vague suspicions that had been swirling in his mind were also brought to the surface.

...Chao Mu might have bought the collar not just for him... Could it be that she has some special hobby... likes to raise... dogs... ?

This speculation made him restless. When he returned to the headquarters in the evening, Mukuro did not have dinner with Asami and Yamamoto. He rushed to the leader's office almost immediately, carefully considered his wording, and decided to report the matter to his tenth generation.

But when he was about to speak, he was still stuck when he met Sawada Tsunayoshi's confused gaze.

"...In short...I hope you'll pay a little attention." He coughed dryly, his eyes drifting away. "Your junior sister seems to be a little..."

"Did Chaomu play a prank on you again?" The young leader didn't immediately grasp the unspoken meaning in his words. He just sighed gently and apologized to him, "She is still young and grew up in an abnormal social environment. Her level of socialization is low. If she does anything out of line, please tell me and I will educate her..."

It’s not the kind of problem that can be solved by saying “she’s still a child”… Which child would put a dog tag on a man?

Yuji Hayato wanted to speak but stopped, and stopped talking but wanted to.

If we have to look at it from a psychological perspective, perhaps the poor living environment and the days without family members since childhood made her feel a little insecure, so she tried to make up for it through "special ways"... If we put it that way, it seems to be explainable.

He struggled to adjust his words. "It's not a prank. I just think Miss Chaomu might be a little lacking in love, which is causing her to try to find love and security in other ways, like raising... pets."

"pet?"

The Guardian of the Storm's thinking was a bit too convoluted, and Sawada Tsunayoshi obviously had no idea of ​​the twists and turns behind it.

Recalling the heartwarming scene of the pets nuzzling each other yesterday, the young leader burst out laughing. He took his words literally and said gently, "If she likes pets, let her keep them. It's normal for children of this age to like pets. There's no need for Hayato to be overly anxious... Hayato?"

Jokudera Hayato: “…………”

He opened his mouth, not knowing what he thought of, and his cheeks suddenly turned red: "......"

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