Josen glanced at Tatsumaki's signature, provocatively high-slit dress and the fair legs beneath it, their contours and proportions almost perfect. He couldn't help scratching his cheek as he suggested, "If we're going shopping, shouldn't we disguise ourselves a little?"
Josen usually wore casual clothes, so there was nothing particularly distinctive about his appearance. If he equipped the "War God Baseball Cap," even the most professional paparazzi were guaranteed not to recognize him.
But when it came to Tatsumaki in his arms, that posed a much bigger problem.
"Otherwise, I feel like we won't get very far before a crowd gathers around us."
"Uh, good point."
Tatsumaki blinked and followed Josen's gaze to look over her outfit.
She saw nothing wrong with dressing this way. After all, it was light, convenient, and wouldn't interfere with combat at all.
Mystery solved. In Tatsumaki's eyes, this ink-black dress that even Josen found thoroughly provocative was actually something she wore as a hero costume.
It was just that she always appeared in public dressed this way, making her identity far too obvious.
After a moment's thought, Tatsumaki's eyes suddenly lit up. She turned toward Fubuki, a faint air of unquestionable authority accompanying her smile. "Fubuki, lend me your sunglasses and clothes."
Fubuki: "..."
-Fine, you're the older sister. Do whatever you want!
Feeling abandoned by the world, Fubuki gave her sister a dead-fish stare and gave up resisting. "Take them, take them. Take everything! Also..."
She rallied herself and said, seemingly offhandedly, "I'll be busy with Fubuki Group matters for a while, so I won't be coming back to stay at night."
"Huh?"
Tatsumaki froze, her brows shooting up. "How many times have I told you not to keep hanging around that trash? Have you forgotten what you promised me last time..."
Fubuki's full