Ikawa, Who Wants to Beat Scribe to Death

"That strange hair color, if passed on to the child, would be quite creepy."

Domyouji waved his hand, his face full of impatience.

"Please pretend this blind date never happened, and please forget me forever."

After saying that, he turned around and walked outside.

"But I..."

Kanroji shouted and ran after him.

"Mr. Domyouji, I really..."

"You're so annoying!"

Upon discovering that Kanroji Mitsuri had caught up, Domyouji shouted angrily.

"Get out of here, you freak!"

He stretched out his right palm and slapped her face.

"Ah!"

Seeing the outstretched hand, Kanroji instinctively closed her eyes.

However, the impact and pain she had imagined did not come.

"It's wrong of you to hit a girl out of fear."

A male voice I'd never heard before came through the phone; it was soft and gentle, giving me a very comfortable feeling.

Slowly opening her eyes, Kanroji then saw the Scribe standing beside her.

At this moment, the Scribe held a bag containing Sakura Mochi in one hand and grabbed Domyouji's right hand with the other, raising it high.

Domyouji, who already appeared somewhat frail, was no different from a lamb encountering a lion in front of Scribe.

"You bastard, let me go!"

In pain, Domyouji kept twisting his arm, trying to pull it out.

"Didn't your parents tell you that when you're asking for a favor, you should be humble?"

With a chilling look in his eyes, Scribe increased the pressure on his arm slightly.

Even so, in Domyouji's mind, his arm felt as if it were being tightly clamped by iron clamps.

"Ouch, it hurts!"

Sweat poured down his forehead, his face contorted in pain, and saliva even dripped from his mouth.

"Apologize, apologize to this lady. If you forgive me, I will let you go."

Yes, yes, yes.

Upon hearing the Scribe ask Domyouji to apologize to him, Kanroji wanted to say something, but he froze in place.

"Kanroji, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been violent towards you."

Domyouji wisely chose to apologize, lowering his head so that his expression was not visible.

"No, it's nothing. I'm not hurt anyway."

She quickly waved her Kanroji Mitsuri, indicating that she was not angry.

"You can leave now."

After letting go, Scribe told Domyouji that he could leave.

Without saying a word, Domyouji simply turned around and left the Sakura Inn.

"Thank you for your help earlier, sir."

After Domyouji left, Kanroji Mitsuri bowed slightly to express her gratitude.

"I think many people would choose to help such a beautiful young lady if they saw her about to get hurt."

"Beautiful lady? Me?"

A blush instantly spread across her cheeks, Kanroji turned her head to the side, not daring to look directly at Scribe.

"But don't you think my hair color is, well, a little strange?"

She blinked incessantly because of nervousness, and her speech was somewhat stammering.

Is that strange?

With a laugh, Scribe pointed to his hair and said.

"I've seen dozens, if not a hundred, people with strange hair colors."

"Really?!"

A hint of excitement appeared on his face as Kanroji pressed on with his question.

Are there really many people in this world with strange hair colors?

"Certainly."

Scribe shrugged and then explained to her.

"Like this guy I know named Uzui, his hair is the kind that's shiny white. And there's this little guy named Tokito, whose hair is black with a mint green gradient. Aren't they strange too?"

During their conversation, the two exchanged names.

Kanroji finally realized that it wasn't just her hair color that was strange in this world.

In addition to the previously mentioned white hair and black-to-green gradient hair, there are also black-to-purple gradient hair, yellow hair mixed with red, and various other colors.

"That's really great."

Wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, Kanroji smiled happily.

But then, as if she had thought of something, she became sullen again.

"But I ate a lot too."

"A lot? How much?"

With a raised eyebrow, Scribe said nonchalantly.

"Being able to eat is a blessing. What can you expect from someone who can't even meet the basic need of eating?"

After saying that, he handed the bag to Kanroji.

"Perfect timing, here are some Sakura Mochi, you can have them all."

Looking at the Sakura Mochi that the Scribe handed to her, Kanroji Mitsuri was at a loss for words.

After a long while, she stammered out her answer.

"Really, is it safe to eat?"

"Certainly."

"Thank you, thank you so much, Mister Scribe."

Taking the bag, Kanroji took out Sakura Mochi and slowly began to eat it.

In the past, when she ate Sakura Mochi, she would eat them one bite at a time, chewing them a few times before swallowing them.

But this time, she ate unusually slowly.

Even a small Sakura Mochi needs to be divided into several bites, and each bite requires multiple chews to savor its flavor.

The Scribe didn't say anything, just stood there quietly watching her eat.

Although it eats very slowly, the size remains the same.

Soon, all the Sakura Mochi were eaten by Kanroji Mitsuri.

"Is it good?"

"It's delicious, really delicious. I've never had such delicious Sakura Mochi before."

As she spoke, Kanroji Mitsuri's eyes filled with tears, and her voice began to sob.

"Why are you crying? Tears don't taste good."

Scribe gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Are you full?"

No, no.

Her face turned even redder, and Kanroji felt embarrassed when she said those words.

When she went on blind dates before, she deliberately kept her appetite within the normal range so as not to offend anyone.

Although I ate a few Sakura Mochi just now, it didn't have much effect.

"If we're not full, let's go eat more and better food."

Grabbing Kanroji Mitsuri's hand, the Scribe led her out of the inn.

Chapter 214 Ikegawa, who wants to kill the Scribe

When the Scribe grabbed her hand, Kanroji Mitsuri only blushed slightly and did not show much disgust.

On the other side, Scribe also led her to the street.

Although the Scribe didn't know what delicious food was available here, Kanroji did.

"Tell me which one you think is good."

"That ramen place is pretty good."

Pointing to a ramen shop not far away, Kanroji said in a low voice.

"Moreover, there is a lot of it there."

Upon hearing this, Scribe took her small hand and walked into the ramen shop.

"Boss, three large bowls of ramen, no, five bowls!"

When the two Scribe ordered five bowls of ramen, the big boss was puzzled but didn't ask any further questions.

What if I say a few more words and they run away?

Soon, five bowls were served.

"Let's eat!"

At first, Kanroji Mitsuri seemed a bit reserved.

But as time went on, she began to lose herself in the moment.

They ate the noodles in big mouthfuls and drank the soup in big mouthfuls.

When she came to her senses, she realized that she had eaten four bowls of ramen by herself.

"Mister Scribe won't be angry."

Just as she was thinking this, the Scribe beside her suddenly spoke up.

"It's alright, but there's a bit too much salt in it."

Turning around, Kanroji was surprised to find that there were five bowls in front of the Scribe.

"Let's go, to the next one."

Before she could say anything, Scribe took her hand, paid the bill, and left.

Led by Kanroji, they visited other shops and sampled a variety of delicious foods.

Takoyaki (octopus balls), 20 skewers per person; pastries, 2 bags per person; fish dishes, both of us ate several plates each.

As darkness fell, the Scribe and Kanroji Mitsuri had just finished their meal.

For the first time in her life, Kanroji encountered a man of the opposite sex who didn't care about her hair color, cared about her appetite, and was even willing to eat with her.

"Today was truly a perfect day."

Silently repeating this sentence in her heart, she was truly grateful to have met Scribe.

"Let me take you home. It's not safe for a girl to go home alone at night."