[??? Who are you, handsome?]
[I didn't want to fall for him either, but he's got white hair! Everyone in China has a thing for white-haired guys!]
[Is this what makes Shinobu happy?]
[Is this what makes Daki happy?]
[Is this the joy of being an anime fan?]
[I used this picture to order a life-size Meal Hashira Bro body pillow, and it actually cost three hundred yuan. Anime fans' money sure is easy to make...]
[If Flashy Bro saw this, he'd start shouting "flashy" over and over again...]
A man with loose, flowing silver-white hair leaned against the second-floor railing of the tall building.
He wore a very fashionable casual suit without a tie. Several buttons of his Japanese-style shirt, embroidered with extravagant flowers, were undone, exposing a stretch of pale, well-built chest that made him look especially rakish and carefree.
The silver hair beside his ears had been braided into little plaits that hung down behind them. Paired with the faint, flippant smile on his lips, he really did look like a wealthy young gentleman out for some fun.
In a place where everyone wore kimonos, his outfit was a little extravagant, but just extravagantly enough.
Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that his custom-made formalwear had cost a fortune, while Miyamaru Rei's slightly servile posture behind the young man sent an even clearer message to the snobbish owners of the pleasure establishments and Pleasure Houses—here was someone rich!
After all, a Shibamoto lackey wouldn't bow his head to just anyone!
"It's..." Zenitsu's eyes widened. Just as he was about to bellow, Tengen Uzui clapped a hand over his mouth. Uzui's eyes widened even further as he roared, "Flashy! Flashy! Absolutely flashy!"
"Whose young master is that?"
"No idea..."
"Could you people be a little more observant?