When Jiang Xia got home, he thought it over and over, feeling that something was missing. A moment later, he came back to himself, reached into Mark Space, rummaged around, and pulled out a Bandage Ghost.
Back when this Ghost had been lying low in the Theater, it had strutted around like some mastermind villain. But after following him ashore and seeing the bustling crowds on the streets of Tokyo, it had instantly shrunk back into Mark Space. It was actually a socially anxious person.
"You're scared of crowds? How are you supposed to watch any good shows like that? This is modern society—you need to keep up with the times. You can't just keep thinking about your deserted-island survival and Locked Room Mystery routines."
Holding this hypocritical dragon lover by the scruff, Jiang Xia said gloomily, "Since signing a Contract with you, this is already the second incident in thirty days. You only have one viewing opportunity left."
Bandage Ghost: "!"
It took a deep breath, wrapped itself tightly in layer upon layer of bandages, then floated over to the television. Staring at the packed Commercial Street on the screen, it began earnestly desensitizing itself.
The opportunity to encounter a third case came sooner than expected.
Yamazaki Yumi sent him an invitation. In a great hurry, she invited him to visit a Tea Ceremony Master's home. Her reason was that she wanted to help Jiang Xia expand his connections in high society—in President Yamazaki's eyes, for a young man, especially one with a public identity who sought publicity, this should have been an offer that was hard to refuse.
"No problem." Sure enough, Jiang Xia did not refuse, though he added, "Showing up unannounced would be a little presumptuous. I'm planning to bring a few friends along."
"Hm?"