Josuke clasped his hands behind his back and looked up at the sky.
He really resembled an old acquaintance from back on Blue Star...
"Spit it out! How did you know?"
The Three-Tails was somewhat excited. It seemed to have discovered something incredible!!!
Its new master could actually predict the future.
Worthy of being that man's descendant.
Then could it ask him to read its fortune someday? Like when its love luck would arrive and stuff.
Josuke rolled his eyes at it.
"What prophecy? My head's about to explode, it's driving me nuts."
Little Three-Tails: ...
Josuke suddenly realized that he couldn't keep calling it that forever. After thinking it over, he decided to give it a new name.
"Hey, Little Three-Tails."
Josuke called out to the fake Three-Tails.
Little Three-Tails looked at him curiously, wondering what crazy stunt he was about to pull this time.
Josuke stroked his chin.
"Your real name is too much of a mouthful, and I don't want to call you by your current name either. How about this? From now on, you'll be called Xiao San. Little Three-Tails, Little Three-Tails—simplified, that makes Xiao San (#^.^#)."
Xiao San: I*****, you****
"I object!!"
Xiao San protested in a fierce yet babyish voice. It knew perfectly well what the name Xiao San meant. That crafty host had actually given it such an awful name.
Josuke was displeased instead.
He flicked Xiao San on the head several times with his index finger.
"You little rascal, you little rascal. This name was the childhood nickname of a powerful man from my hometown. Do you know how amazing he was?"
Josuke smiled. He really had been amazing.
Xiao San winced in pain, but it dared not voice its anger at Josuke's tyrannical behavior. It couldn't help it—having been cut by