Chapter 122 The Player and the Giant Feather Wings
For Wano Country, which is currently in a state of isolation, encountering a completely unfamiliar face is not an easy thing.
Looking at the mysterious billboard across the crowd, even though she knew it was probably just a casual remark, Violet still felt a chilling, dangerous aura in his gaze.
Kyoshiro still looked like he could fall asleep at any moment, but his instinct for danger as a warrior made the muscles in his arm resting on his katana tense.
"A new face... Wow, is she a newcomer to A-Yue's family?"
Quinn, who was round and chubby and wearing black and white striped overalls, heard Jhin's words and followed his gaze to see Violet standing next to Krystal.
Clearly, the identity of Kyoshiro, Violet's attire, and the location all led this big shot to some kind of misunderstanding.
"Oh, what a beauty!" Quinn exclaimed, a cigar dangling from his lips, his small eyes behind his sunglasses turning into pink hearts. "You're lucky to have found such a pretty girl. Are you from A-Yue's family or Mr. Kuang Silang's?"
Jhin: "Idiot."
"Huh?" Quinn looked at Jhin with displeasure. "What are you talking about, you scumbag Jhin?"
"That's true. How could a pervert like you, who is sexually frigid, possibly understand the beauty of a gentle and submissive woman?"
Quinn, not without malice, speculated about his colleague, who was completely shrouded in black cloth and obsessed with torture. He thought that if King had just appeared in front of these geisha girls, his strong smell of blood and barely concealed murderous intent would have terrified those delicate geisha who needed careful protection.
So what if she's a little slow? Pretty girls are cuter when they're a little slow!
How utterly clueless about romance!
"I'm talking about you, you idiot."
Jhin glanced at Quinn and said sarcastically, "Looks like your eyes have stopped working too, after your brain."
Jhin couldn't comprehend how blind Quinn must be to mistake that guy for a trainee geisha at the Mad Deathly Gyro.
King, who is single-mindedly focused on assisting Governor Kaido and handling the various complicated affairs of the Beast Pirates, rarely comes to places like this, but he knows that these beautiful and docile girls kept in various art galleries are a major reason for the prosperity of the Flower Capital and a major source of income.
Those women, adorned with layers upon layers of precious fabrics and exquisite ornaments, were all polished into the same form. Like cherry blossoms on a canvas, they possessed the most perfect blooming posture and flawless, tender colors. Countless copies were made and framed in exquisite frames, so that no matter which paper door one opened, the same perfect "scenery" would always be seen.
But that girl was not a cherry blossom, representing fleeting, ephemeral beauty.
She is a hardwood with abundant roots, a seagull spreading its wings in storms and thunder.
Jin certainly has a normal sense of aesthetics and acknowledges that Violet, dressed in clothes carefully chosen by Izan, is indeed beautiful and attractive enough to make people stop and admire her.
But that beauty was far from the harmless and docile image that Quinn, that idiot, imagined. If Jhin were to describe it, his appreciation for her was more like looking at a sword that, though still sheathed, exudes a chilling glint and sharp edge; or a torture device with well-defined blood grooves, capable of inflicting long and unforgettable pain on the interrogator while also providing him with ample pleasure.
As Jin stared at her, Violet suddenly felt a chill run down her spine and couldn't help but sneeze.
"ah……"
Kyoshiro suddenly opened his eyes, looked around with his thick, leafy hair, and said, "I think I just fell asleep and dreamed about Lord Jin and Lord Quinn."
...That was a nightmare, haha.
Violet stared speechlessly at the person who could fall asleep while standing, seriously suspecting that Crazy Death had once again transformed into Ugly Boy to rob the rich and help the poor last night.
"I don't think this is your dream, Mr. Crazy Death."
"Ah..." Kyoshiro also saw the two big names who were impossible to ignore in terms of both height and aura, and for a moment he showed the pain of being forced to work like a beast of burden.
However, as a mature samurai, Kyoshiro quickly adjusted his mindset and took the initiative to greet Quinn and Jhin.
Noticing the two men's subtle attention to Vera, Kyoshiro smiled and took the initiative to introduce Vera to them.
Unfazed by the imposing presence of the two bigwigs, Vera greeted her boss's boss's boss in a generous and open manner.
“Timu’s men.” Jin nodded; he had indeed heard about this. “I see.”
"So, little beauty, your name is Wilson? That's a lovely name." Quinn, seemingly oblivious to how he could speak so quickly and clearly while puffing on a cigar, continued, "But being Timber's subordinate is such a waste. Would you be interested in coming to Ghost Island and becoming my subordinate?"
"I still prefer to start from the bottom and train myself properly."
"This is clearly my birthday banquet, Lord Quinn, it's really too much to invite other girls here!"
Vera's polite refusal and the woman's coquettish complaint rang out at the same time. Vera looked up in the direction of the sound and saw a woman dressed in a gorgeous twelve-layered kimono with an extremely beautiful face walking towards them with the help of the bald man and wearing three-pronged wooden clogs.
Wow.
So beautiful!
The newcomer had dark blue hair and warm pink eyes. His hair was tied into two strands and bent into a shape similar to rabbit ears on the left and right sides of his head.
Two golden chrysanthemums drooped down his fair and slender neck, swaying gracefully with his movements.
Quinn exclaimed in delight, "Sakura, you're getting more and more beautiful!"
Sakura? This is Sakura from the Yue family, the one who started this party?
She's so pretty! But no matter how I look at her, Sakura looks a bit familiar. Is it because of her clothing style and makeup? I feel that Sakura's eyes and brows are somewhat similar to Izou's.
...I didn't hear Izo mention that he had an older or younger sister who was left in Wano Country. And this girl named Sakura is so tall! Is it because she's wearing high-top clogs? She looks quite imposing standing here!
Lost in thought, Violet didn't notice the fleeting look of surprise and nostalgia in "Sakura's" eyes when she saw a hairpin in Violet's hair.
Quinn had obviously noticed Sakura's height as well, and he frowned slightly in confusion: "Sakura, have you grown taller again?"
"Lord Quinn, you're quite the joker." Sakura took a golden folding fan from her waist, opened it to cover the lower half of her face, and glanced at Quinn shyly. "How could I possibly grow taller at my age? It must be... the wooden clogs."
"Oh, so it's because of the wooden clogs."
“This is…” Sakura looked down at Vera, “A completely unfamiliar face. She shouldn’t be one of the shop’s ladies. I saw her talking to you, Lord Quinn, from afar. Won’t you introduce her?”
A glance from the beauty, seemingly both angry and resentful, sent Quinn into a cold sweat as he began to explain. Seeing the situation was turning bad, Kyoshiro quickly grabbed Val and ran away.
As she was being dragged away, Vera felt a gaze fixed on her, but when she turned around, she didn't find anything unusual.
strangeness.
Before the banquet officially began, Kyoshiro, Orochi's right-hand man, returned to his side. Violet looked around the banquet hall and saw no one she recognized. After thinking for a moment, she walked toward the two big shots.
Then, Valerie saw Quinn, who had noticed her approach, inexplicably shiver and his entire body of fat tremble.
Quinn picked up the sake from the table, held it up to cover his face, and turned his back to Val.
Violet: ?
Vera turned to Quinn with a puzzled look: "Lord Quinn? Why are you staring at this cup? Is there anything different about it?"
Quinn took a deep breath and jerked his head up from behind the cup to glare at Vera.
Violet: ? ? ?
Quinn glanced at Violet, then at Sakura sitting next to Orochi, then at Sakura, then at Violet.
Vera turned her head, and Sakura, who was pouring wine for Orochi, also "coincidentally" looked up at that moment and smiled slightly at Vera.
"..."
All right.
As if she understood something, Vera's shoulders slumped, she gave Quinn a resentful look and turned to leave. Halfway there, she turned back with a glimmer of hope, only to find that Quinn's eyes were fixed on Sakura and he wasn't giving her any attention.
hateful!
However, such an environment, filled with pretentious nobles and unfamiliar superiors and colleagues, was still too challenging for Violet. Especially when she saw the male entertainers warming wine and urging others to drink as several female pirates entered, some ominous memories surfaced in her mind.
Seeing that someone was already approaching her with sake, Violet steeled herself and looked at Jin, who exuded an aura of iron and blood and whose presence kept everyone at a distance, making no one dare to approach him.
With his enormous black feathered wings tucked behind him, Jin, who was impatiently tapping his knee with his index finger, heard a rustling sound beside him. Looking down, he saw a small flea that had somehow appeared on the previously empty seat next to him.
Oh my god, it's Yukinojo!
There are probably not many geisha houses in the Flower Capital that train male entertainers, so even Yukinojo and Kaze Senta from Kyoshiro's shop were called over to help out.
When Violet noticed the two men scanning the entire area for lone female pirates, she shrank back and instinctively grabbed something nearby to cover her face.
The sound of wooden clogs stepping on the tatami mats gradually faded away, and only then did Vera breathe a sigh of relief and raise her head.
Hmm, what was that she just grabbed casually?
The thick feathers were layered upon each other, warm and fluffy to the touch, and had a faint smell of rust. As Violet fiddled with them, they reflected the light from above.
"Have you touched enough?"
A cold, murderous voice boomed from above. Violet stiffly raised her head inch by inch, her gaze following the beautiful black wings upwards until she saw leaping flames, black leather, rivet-covered surfaces, and a pair of eyes that held a warning.
So what she just grabbed was Ash's wings.
Vera awkwardly loosened her grip, and the large wing she had been holding fell back to the ground with a thud.
Violet: "..."
Standing over six meters tall, Jin's large black wings reached his ankles even when folded. After Jin sat down, the end of his long and beautiful tail could only pitifully stick to the ground.
And those feathers that were already curled up became frizzy and ruffled after being grabbed and tossed by Violet.
"I'm so sorry, Lord Jin." Violet quickly reached out and patted Jin's feathers to smooth them out. She then hugged the heavy wing and spread it back to make it as comfortable as possible when it landed on the ground. "I'll take care of it for you."
...But it's impossible to do it. No matter what I do, the tips of the wings just seem to curl up.
"No."
Jin shook his wings and ignored Violet, focusing his attention on the black charcoal serpent.
The reason why Jin left Onigashima to attend the banquet in the Flower Capital tonight was certainly not because he was seduced by beauty like Kurozumi Orochi or Queen.
Jin received intelligence from his informant that the remnants of Kozuki Oden's faction were planning to assassinate Kurozumi Orochi at this banquet.
After Kozuki Oden's death, his retainers scattered to various places. Some went into hiding to wait for the opportunity to take revenge, while others simply disappeared without a trace.
King had long wanted to wipe out all those who were dissatisfied with Kaido and the Beast Pirates' rule.
Perhaps this assassination attempt is an opportunity. If he can catch one of the rats by the tail, Jin believes that the interesting gadgets in his interrogation room will make the other party spill out everything that interests them.
As Jin gently swirled the sake cup filled with sake, lost in the fascinating memories of the interrogation, he didn't notice that Violet, sitting beside him, was frequently turning her head, a conflicted expression on her face.
First of all, Violet does not have obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Secondly, it's a real shame to see such beautiful wings curled up on the ground.
Finally, Violet really couldn't stand those frizzy feathers anymore!
It's unbearable not to watch, but it's even more unbearable to watch. If this is some new form of torture, then all I can say is that Jhin has won!
Violet maintained her seated posture, her hand quietly reaching behind her as she observed Jin's reaction while carefully smoothing out the few feathers.
One fell down!!!
Violet, clutching a feather as long as an arm, displayed a screaming expression reminiscent of a famous painting.
[One feather from an unknown creature has been collected]
call--
Violet breathed a sigh of relief. No wonder she saw that feather growing upwards; it was about to fall off anyway, haha.
Hmm, it definitely has nothing to do with her technique. Look at Jhin, he didn't sense anything was wrong, did he?
Looking at the neatly arranged feathers on the large black wings, Violet withdrew her gaze with satisfaction.
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Author's Note: Hehe... Big wings [rainbow fart]
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