Conan: I'm Really Not Tokyo Ghost Story

You also need to tie a big bow.

This is indeed a bit difficult for a small child.

Even many adults need help getting dressed.

Not to mention, this is most likely the little girl's first time wearing a kimono.

But five minutes later.

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Sano's forehead.

Ten minutes later.

Sano's head was covered in cold sweat.

After half an hour.

Sano was breathing rapidly, his face contorted in a grimace.

...What the hell is the point of making such a fuss over a tattered kimono?!

"senior?"

Just then, Ran Mouri, who had not seen Sano since the agreed time had passed for quite some time, finally came over to check on the situation.

He had just poked his head through the door when...

Then I saw a little girl with a look of utter despair, almost suffocating from being choked by Sano.

"...Senior, you really are stubborn. Why are you so fixated on a belt? If you really don't know how to do it, you can ask someone else. Children's bodies are very fragile. If you pull and tug like that, what if you cause problems with her bones?"

I listened as Ran Mouri adjusted the little girl's belt while blaming herself.

Sano rubbed his nose and didn't say anything.

"All right."

Ran Mouri stood up, clapped her hands, and looked the little girl up and down.

Finally, he nodded in satisfaction.

"Senior, you have a good eye. This outfit suits you well."

Sano raised an eyebrow and lifted his chin.

"That's obvious. You can question my abilities, but you can't question my aesthetic sense!"

Ran Mouri shook her head and chuckled.

"Alright, let's go. Conan and Sonoko are still waiting for us."

The three—two adults and one child—quickly headed to meet up with Conan and Sonoko Suzuki.

Just as Sano had thought.

The two best friends, both women, were also wearing kimonos.

Sonoko Suzuki, like the little girl, was also dressed in pink.

The only difference is in the pattern.

Ran Mouri's outfit, on the other hand, is blue.

Only Conan remained in his usual suit and shorts.

Chapter 504, 507, The Mask

It's a summer festival.

It should be something like a festival.

The Teitan High School school fair was like a small summer festival.

However, in terms of scale, it is limited to the size of a single school.

Summer festivals are generally at least the size of a city.

Many businesses on the street will participate and launch some activities.

But the most important thing is still the "shrine".

Many people visit shrines to pray during summer festivals, and the fireworks displays that are a regular feature of summer festivals are usually not held in the city. The mountain forest location where the shrine is situated is a perfect fit in every way.

Therefore, this place has become the top choice for tourists.

It is also the place where all kinds of small businesses are most concentrated.

Fried noodles, takoyaki, oden, rock sugar apples, all sorts of food and drinks.

Ring toss, air guns, lottery, goldfish scooping, and various other mini-games.

"Stay close, don't get lost."

Seeing the crowded scene before him, Sano patted the little girl on the head and reminded her.

"Uh-huh!"

The little girl didn't even glance at Sano.

His gaze kept darting between the stalls next to him, and he nodded perfunctorily like a pestle being struck.

Sano sighed inwardly and casually tossed Erhei into the little girl's collar.

Just in case.

"promise."

Seeing that the little girl's gaze lingered on the candied apple the longest, Sano knew exactly what this foodie was thinking, so he took one and tossed it to her.

"Thank you, Uncle!"

The little girl's eyes lit up as she started licking it.

To be honest, candied hawthorns made with apples do look quite nice.

It's true that it's not easy to find a good match.

Authentic hawthorn is still the best, but strawberry is also good.

"Speaking of which, senior."

Ran Mouri suddenly asked, "Why didn't you pay for her kimono? Isn't she hot?"

"Ok?"

Sano paused for a moment, then typed a question mark.

"What kind of kimono is this? (Single kimono)"

Ran Mouri typed a row of dots: "It's the kind of yukata we're wearing, right?"

"bathrobe?"

Sano was completely dumbfounded... Wasn't Ran Mouri wearing a kimono? Aren't kimonos and yukatas completely different? What the hell is this?

Sano then received a useless piece of scientific information.

Early kimonos were indeed not to be confused with yukatas.

However, as times have changed and people's mindsets have become more flexible, the requirements for this aspect have become less stringent, resulting in simplified versions of kimonos.

It's basically just a yukata with the complicated accessories of a kimono.

It's mainly worn during events like summer festivals, when the weather is relatively hot.

The outfit the little girl is wearing is a bit too formal.

"Didn't the salesperson mention anything to you when you bought it, senior?"

Ran Mouri grumbled, "Isn't this just too incompetent?"

"That's normal, isn't it?"

Sonoko Suzuki, licking a candied apple, joined the conversation: "After all, the price of a single kimono is relatively cheap. Wouldn't it be stupid not to make money if you could?"

"If it gets hot later, take off the lining."

Sano glanced at the excited little girl and added, "Although I feel that she doesn't seem to feel anything other than happiness."

"Ha ha……"

"Hmm, it's the Black Mask's mask!"

In a child's eyes, there's nothing but food and play.

Besides various games, toys are naturally the most popular items among the mobile vendors brought about by these activities.

It can only be a mask.

Masks like the Prajna and Tengu are relatively normal, but then there are masks specifically designed for children—such as the popular Kamen Rider.

But the black mask is a bit off.

...A long time ago, the little girl made a black mask herself.

At that time, Sano found it strange.

Because, well, there's a "copyright" issue.

Although Black Mask finds it difficult and inconvenient to deal with such trivial matters.

It's better to be safe than sorry.

No idiot would take such a risky and potentially disastrous turn of events just to make money.

Furthermore, even if there's no mishap, it's not a pleasant experience to have the money earned on one day hanging on a street lamp the next.

The result was unexpected.

I actually ran into an idiot here.

...He's most likely one of those clueless vagrants who're only after petty gains.

Sano, his brows slightly furrowed, went over with the little girl.

The stall owner was a young man, probably around the same age as Sano.