Black Soul... Especially Black Souls of Kintoki's level, finding the shopkeeper wasn't difficult—as long as the shopkeeper hadn't deliberately turned a blind eye and made himself impossible to find.
In front of a small foreign-style house that had miraculously survived the DC Washington disaster, the shop's vaunted Ma Zai was currently poking his head around furtively, carefully peering through the gate at the yard in front of the house.
Since I'm already here, should I just go in?
What if John's analysis was wrong?
Why are there no chrysanthemums here?
"Excuse me, are you Mr. Kintoki?"
"No, I'm not!" The shop's vaunted Ma Zai was startled. When he recovered and realized that the one who had called out to him was merely a young girl with long green hair, dressed in a traditional, heavy maid outfit, he froze for a moment. "Er... I am."
Bai Zhi covered her mouth and chuckled. "Mr. Kintoki, you're here to see the master, right?"
"I, well, actually... this..." Kintoki scratched his head before finally surrendering. "All right, I am."
"Please come in with me." Bai Zhi casually opened the gate. "The master is weeding in the yard. You may have to wait a while. But if you have something urgent, I'll tell him for you."
"Oh... All right, thanks... Weeding???"
You would find Boss Luo sitting on a rumbling lawn mower, methodically weaving through the enormous backyard behind the small house... as if he were playing bumper cars.
Kintoki eventually followed Bai Zhi there.
The master really was weeding. When he saw this scene, Old Kintoki felt as if his brain cells were once again insufficient... The new boss has some pretty unusual hobbies, huh?
"Oh, Mr. Kintoki, you're here." Boss Luo expertly drove the newly unboxed lawn mower. "Wait a moment. I'll