Songbird turned down Ciri's kindness—or was it flirting? She only said that she was still adjusting to her new body and didn't want to go out. She needed a quiet environment to think about the past and her future.
Then she took over the bathroom and enjoyed the bathwater Ciri had prepared earlier. Even through the door, they could hear her humming.
"Fine, she seems easygoing enough, but she's cold at heart." The young Witcher shrugged, sat down beside Deathstroke on the sofa, and stared blankly at the television. "And she doesn't look like some especially powerful hacker either."
"If you could tell someone was a hacker just by looking at them, you'd be a god." Su Ming smiled and ruffled Ciri's hair. This girl still came out with childish remarks sometimes. "Weren't you going to RB Street? Go have fun. Remember to meet us outside the Afterlife Nightclub at eight tonight."
"I'm not in a hurry to go have fun. Could you tell me about Mikoshi? You said the real Johnny Silverhand is in there."
Their voices echoed slightly in the spacious living room as Ciri blinked.
"That's a long story, and I don't really understand the technical side myself. I'll just give you the general idea. Just don't let it slip to V and the others."
Setting aside the Night City liquor of dubious origin, Su Ming took out his own drinks from his waist pouch and poured a glass for himself and Ciri. Without lowering his voice, he began telling her about Mikoshi and the legacy.
Around 1995, when Saburo Arasaka, the head of Arasaka Corporation, was eighty years old, he married his third wife, a thirty-year-old woman named Michiko.
She was a classic Yamato Nadeshiko. She bore the old man two children, Yorinobu Arasaka and Hanako