So, under Hayato's handiwork, Nebula quickly took on a new appearance—
Shoulder-length wavy hair in pale gold mixed with light brown.
Skin as white as snow.
A tall, well-proportioned figure—five foot ten, slender but not skin-and-bones thin.
A round face, tiny dimples, baby fat, and a dashing air—two contradictory qualities that blended together wonderfully.
She wore a simple T-shirt and jeans.
Hayato had wanted to give her a dress, but the girl had no interest in one. What she liked was her original assassin's tight leather outfit.
In short, what she wore now was the result of a compromise between the two.
Hayato watched Nebula take out a pile of weapons—long ones, short ones, firearms, and cold weapons.
"Hey, hey, what are you doing?"
Hayato did not know whether to laugh or cry. "We're not going to war. Just treat it like a trip. Do you bring a whole pile of deadly weapons when you travel?"
After thinking about it, Nebula said seriously, "Yes!"
Uh... this girl was an assassin. A heartless assassin.
How was he supposed to deal with such different values?
Hayato could only pull a stern face. "No weapons. Either you come with me, or you stay here with that pile of weapons."
Nebula reluctantly put down her swords and knives, saying resentfully, "It feels strange without weapons..."
Hayato picked up a dagger. It was made of some unknown alloy, and the blade radiated a chilling cold. It could split a hair blown against it.
"Then take this one," Hayato said.
Nebula agreed unwillingly, "Fine."
The dagger spun around her hand before she slid it into the holster on the inside of her thigh.
Hayato felt a little awkward. So that was where the dagger went. He really had not picked that weapon on purpose.
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