Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Nightclub, evening, young men and women, pungent hormones, and restless music.

Also, there was the sophisticated man who came up to chat with me.

She has broad shoulders, a thin waist, long legs, and long black hair tied into a short ponytail at the back of her head; she has a high nose bridge, peach blossom eyes, and thin lips.

Nice hands with distinct joints.

The woman was drinking alone at the bar with some purpose in mind. The boring night began when the man came into her sight, and the ding-ding-ding sounds of electronic machines kept ringing in her brain.

+1+1+1+1...

Her appearance, figure and dress are all perfect.

The man sat on the chair to his left, holding a bottle of beer.

The next moment she opened her mouth, the woman wanted to strangle him with her suspender skirt.

The conversation is as follows.

Man: 'Hi.'

Woman: 'Hi? Handsome boy.'

Man: "I am still young? You are not nearly 40, are you?"

woman:……

endure.

Man: 'Are you alone?'

Woman: 'Well, you too.'

Man: "Of course I'm not. I just saw you sitting here for a long time and no one paid attention to you. What are you drinking? Why is it green?"

woman:……

Be patient.

Woman: 'You have a nice... body. Do you exercise regularly? ' (trying to seduce)

Man: 'Yeah, you're OK.'

Woman: "Hee... below the neck are legs, right?" (joking)

Man: "Huh? Haha, your legs are pretty flat."

woman:……

Just bear with it for the sake of his good looks.

Woman: 'Let's go somewhere else to chat? ' (struggling)

Man: 'Oh, I'll have to report this to my boss.'

Woman: 'Report? Your boss?'

Man: 'Look. Over there, the one with short hair.'

Woman: "Ah, she's much prettier than me." (trying to drink tea)

Man: 'No, it's not.'

woman:……

fed up.

The woman knocked the cup against the bar.

She came here to hunt for handsome guys, but after chatting for a while, she felt like she was about to burst.

"You can go find your friend first. I happen to have something to do as well."

This is a social etiquette to save face for each other, which means "I am not interested in you anymore, either you leave or I leave." However, the man in front of him, who looked good but had a rotten brain, did not understand the meaning of the words at all.

"My friend is in no hurry."

The man pointed at himself and asked in surprise: "What's the matter?" He stared at the woman for a long while, then suddenly realized: "Oh..."

"You wouldn't do that..."

The woman smiled stiffly: "No, I mean, I'm going home soon."

"It's okay. I have no prejudice against this kind of profession."

"No...I really am not..."

The man showed a very sunny smile: "I really have no prejudice."

The problem is that I really am not that brother.

"I have to go home." The woman put down her glass. "It's really too late."

"Where do you live? I'll take you there."

Woman: ...That’s not necessary.

"Haha, it's quite far, quite far..."

"It's okay, my boss has a car."

Hair, hair, hair, hair!

客！

It’s not over, right? !

"gentlemen."

The woman stopped laughing and said sternly:

"I don't want to chat with you anymore. Is that clear enough?"

"…I see. You don't want me to chat."

"Yes. So you—"

"So do you want to date me?"

woman:……

I want to recommend you a cult organization and let them defraud you of all your property and make you jump naked on the rooftop of Ginza. Is this man sick?

The woman couldn't stand having her good mood ruined. She was an experienced person, but she had never seen a man who was so bad at talking.

It’s such a waste of such a face and figure.

"I'm leaving now, and you'd better not follow me, or I'll call the police."

The woman picked up the bag on the bar, turned around and walked away with a gloomy look on her face - the man subconsciously pulled her.

This really stirred up a hornet's nest.

"Don't! Touch! Me!!"

The woman flew into a rage.

She swung her bag wildly and pulled away the man's protective hand.

"No, you almost fell..."

"That's my own business, does it bother you?"

The man withdrew his hand awkwardly and pointed at the ground again. The flickering light shone on the object, reflecting a silver light.

The hairpin on her head fell off by herself.

"I do not want it."

"What bad luck."

The woman glared at the man fiercely, walked away from the bar in her high heels, and disappeared into the crowd on the dance floor.

The man, who was being teased by the bartender, scratched his chin, bent down, and picked up the silver hairpin on the ground.

It is a long silver hairpin, one finger long and two fingers wide. The surface is probably not silver-plated. From the touch and weight, it should be made entirely of silver.

On the front side of the hairpin is a hand-carved angel holding a sword. The reason why it is hand-carved is that there will be no mistakes in machine processing - there are two crooked goat horn-like things inserted on the angel's forehead.

A slightly old and blackened silver hairpin.

Holding the hairpin, he straightened up and returned to the place where the woman had just left.

The new person got on.

The black body-hugging sweater outlines her beautiful figure, revealing her slender, milky white waist; her lower body is tied with a pair of black trousers with X-shaped straps.

She was wearing half-high leather boots.

She had short straight black hair that reached her jawline, and a pair of almond-shaped eyes that seemed to be smiling but not quite.

Between her slender fingertips was an even thinner cigarette.

The woman peeked at him through the swirling white mist.

Sharp and wild eyes.

The man moved his lips and looked dejected.

"Aoi-sama..."

Aoi Tojo crossed her legs, glanced at the bartender who was staring at her, and ordered a drink.

"You didn't get beaten because they were kind."

laugh--

Smoke leaked out from between the red bean paste-colored lips.

"Why don't you pretend to be a foreigner next time? There are translation software available."

The disdain is obvious.

"Or pretend to be dumb. Ababa Ababa is better than speaking."

“I don’t think I said anything wrong.”

Tojo Aoi nodded sincerely.

"Indeed, you stepped on every mine you were supposed to step on. How about I contact the military and ask you to be a mine-clearing hero. Maybe if your mouth is blown off by a mine, you can find a girlfriend."

Noguchi rolled his eyes.

"Who am I doing this for?"

——That’s right, this time it wasn’t him who took the initiative.

With a mission.

The man opened his palm and handed the hairpin to Tojo Aoi.

This was his purpose tonight.

"Just follow your normal method to "pursue" it. If you can't get it, I have a way."

Noguchi Tadashi suspected that Tojo Aoi just wanted to make fun of him.

I didn’t expect that I actually…got it.

In fact, Tojo Aoi didn't expect this either.

She originally planned to see Noguchi Tadashi being scolded and then find someone to "take" the hairpin from the woman's head. After all, it was a nightclub, a crowded place like this, so it was normal to have your hair touched.

Who would have thought that it would fall between the hit and the block.

"You really can do everything except chasing girls."

"Lord Aoi, can't you be a little kinder?"

"No."

"People who are not kind will have bad luck."

“But happy.”

"Aoi-sama...you..."

"Aba Aba."