"It's fine." Nagato Yuki gave a slight nod, brought over a laptop, set it down and turned it on, then somehow produced two game controllers from nowhere. A different sort of gleam seemed to flash through her calm eyes. "Want to play?"
"...It feels a little out of place, but if it's a game, it should be fine."
Taking the controller Yuki handed him, Jiu Ming glanced at Asakura Ryoko, who was still hanging there and no longer making much of a fuss. Hm!?
It really was fine—she was actually swinging back and forth while hanging upside down now, and seemed to be enjoying herself! Could physical appearance really affect one's psychological age?
Seemingly noticing Jiu Ming's gaze, Asakura Ryoko turned her head and instantly froze stiff. He saw it... Just as she was about to mutter out an excuse, Jiu Ming withdrew his gaze. "What game?"
"All-Female Fighting."
"Huh? That name sounds pretty good. I've only played 97..." That had been the one time he had slipped out of the house with nothing better to do. In the end, less than ten minutes after he started playing, someone had come for him, and he had been taken back without the slightest ability to resist.
"Do you want to play?"
"Mm, forget it. They're all fighting games anyway—the move lists should be the same, right?"
"Yes. This one is more 'gorgeous.'" Nagato Yuki nodded and directly loaded the game into the character selection screen...
----There was something seriously wrong with this game!----
Time truly was the thing most likely to change people, even aliens! After getting no sleep all night, Jiu Ming yawned repeatedly the next day. The fluctuations in his Soul Body still had not recovered—or perhaps this person... this ghost, simply had less spirit after getting on in