Chapter 39
Her academic achievements
Even if your heart breaks down, you can't let your appearance break down.
Fuyuki abandoned her usual lolicon leader pose, braced herself with both hands, and nimbly jumped onto the table to sit down, habitually swinging her legs.
She blinked and flashed her signature smile: "First, we need to clarify one thing."
The voice paused slightly, and then the little leader recited familiar words in a strange tone.
"We can be both of God and the devil.Since we are trying to raise the dead against the steam of time."*
Dongshu interlaced his fingers under his chin, tilted his head, and smiled: "Right now, it's still our goal."
"Everyone," she said calmly, glancing at the two people below, "are you still taking action?"
After he finished speaking, there was silence. Dongshu lowered his hand and tapped his fingers rhythmically on the wooden table beneath him. The crisp sound was particularly noticeable in the silent air.
"Tap...tap...tap..." The sound gradually seeped into the hearts of those with ulterior motives.
Only Fuyuki, Vermouth, and Rum were in the room.
Neither of the two men, who had their own agendas, dared to lay a hand on the defenseless little girl before them; one was unable to, and the other was observing.
After Dongshu finished speaking, he stopped talking and lost interest.
It's pointless for me to talk; I really don't know how those eloquent leaders manage to spout so much.
The leader brought up another topic, raising her head slightly to look down at Rum, who was being oppressed on the ground.
“Rum, I think you’re a smart guy.”
The sound was exceptionally clear in the empty room.
Rum was suddenly called out, and he immediately tensed up, lowering his head even further.
"I grant you the power of the organization's second-in-command, bestow upon you the honor of managing the intelligence and action groups, and bestow upon you boundless wealth."
Dongshu said slowly, "To repay such a profound kindness, you should dedicate everything to the organization, to your dear boss, and to the rest of your life."
"Get rid of those disgusting thoughts of yours. Remember, you are not yourself, you are Rum, the organization's Rum, and just Rum."
"From the moment you received this code name, your future was predetermined, and this is your honor."
I am deeply grateful for this.
"Offer your loyalty with the utmost respect—" the voice was emphasized and drawn out, full of meaning: "Rum."
As she spoke, the temperature in the air plummeted, a chill swept over Rum, and in the shadows of the lamplight, Fuyuki's dangerous expression was visible.
She crossed her legs, one hand supporting herself behind her and the other resting on her leg, displaying the complete posture of a person in power.
His lowered gaze was like that of someone looking at a disobedient dog, a mixture of tolerance and contempt.
Rum struggled to lift his head, beads of sweat forming on his face, his expression somewhat dazed.
The young, immature boss, whom he was unwilling to acknowledge, spoke each word, each sentence, into Rum's ears.
Through blurred vision, I saw a superior gaze, and a familiar feeling washed over me.
He remembered, the boss, the boss… His fingers trembled. The man he had met before, even without showing his eyes, he could still feel that gaze that made him unconsciously submit through the screen.
As time went by, Rum felt his power growing stronger and stronger, and he had countless loyal followers. Unconscious thoughts began to arise that shouldn't exist.
That gentleman never shows his face, so even if he changes, no one will know, right?
Dark thoughts arise in this daze, yet the coldness awakens a sense of submission within.
Ah...yes...
wrong.
What is before us now is respectful, and not subject to denial—
"Boss." He lowered his head, his expression hidden, but his voice was respectful.
Dongshu nodded in satisfaction, silently withdrawing his spiritual power and giving himself a mental thumbs-up.
It seems to be useful.
"Alright, Vermouth, Rum, you must be tired. Go get some sleep, and report back to me about the organization later tonight."
She smiled and said, "I'm very understanding, you know~"
The two, whose sleep schedules were forced to be reversed: "..."
The two men respectfully replied, "Yes."
Once outside the room, two teenagers guided them to their assigned rooms; they were the same two who had opened the door earlier.
The four remained silent, walking the rest of the way without saying a word.
The door to the room closed, and Dongshu breathed a sigh of relief, raising her hand to rub her cheeks.
She practiced in front of the mirror for a long time to make herself look more imposing!
A smile, a glance, a raised hand—all must be used to project the feeling that "I'm the boss, and you're all noobs."
Try your best to imagine yourself as incredibly capable, and then turn that imagination into action.
Spiritual power is also a supporting element; chilling sensations, fear, and psychological suggestion are all practical applications of spiritual power.
Something invisible weighs on you, creating pressure.
It absorbs the heat of the surrounding space, creating a chill.
It stimulates a surge in adrenaline, creating fear.
There's no such thing as a cunning and intimidating little leader; it's just a special effect the little leader himself added to himself.
Dongshu slumped to one side, curling up on the black table. Her skin was delicate and fair, and her soft black hair fell over her neck and face, obscuring her somewhat unfocused dark eyes.
The extreme contrast between white and black creates a strong visual contrast, like a pure spirit born from sin, innocent and naive.
The door was pushed open again, and Fuyuki's eyes moved, her scattered spiritual energy reflecting the information of the newcomer. She could tell who it was without even looking at them.
She propped herself up with one hand, but the table was too high, so her feet didn't touch the ground and were suspended in the air, swaying gently as if about to fall.
Her dark eyes shone brightly, and her warm smile was healing.
She reached out her hand: "Mikazuki, hug me."
The soft voice made one's heart suddenly sink; it was a coquettish tone.
It is the young Saniwa acting coquettishly towards her tsukumogami.
Yellow tassel hair accessories adorned her dark blue short hair. Mikazuki Munechika lightly covered her face, her eyes revealing a smile.
He walked out slowly, speaking affectionately, "Master is so spoiled."
With a swift movement, he expertly pulled Dongshu into his arms, his wide sleeves covering her body like a blue coat.
Dongshu tugged at his sleeve and muttered, "I'm not delicate."
"Alright, alright." Mikazuki Munechika carried her away from there.
She complained, "The table is too high, it's not cool at all. Who put it there? Punish him and send him back to his quarters!"
Mikazuki Munechika, as if recalling something, said, "Hmm... the old man's memory isn't good; he can't remember."
Fuyuki asked suspiciously, "It couldn't be you, could it? That's too much!"
Mikazuki Munechika smiled and said, "How could that be? Would an old man do such a thing?"
Fuyuki hesitated, then simply put the table aside. She pondered, "What should we do today? Now that we've finished this busy handover, we suddenly have nothing to do..."
As she spoke, she suddenly remembered something: "The Gin that Mr. Ke Xue mentioned should be Jin Kurosawa now. Shall we go and take a look?"
Mikazuki Munechika responded cheerfully, "Well, that's a good choice too."
"Then it's decided."
Organization cadre Rob Roy, target training base, move out!
[Author's Note]
*Anime
Fuyuki: [Sunglasses]
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