"Good lord, Daoist Master."
Manaka raised her fist, hammering on Gongsun Ce's back repeatedly as if venting her frustration.
"...Thank you, you idiotic brother."
The young man with gray hair finished his coffee that floated in the air, and said, "Do you feel a bit stronger after getting your head around it?"
"Like that would happen so fast." Manaka said, "But I can keep pretending to be strong."
"Then why not talk to Ayane about it?"
"Where's Ayane?"
"In the safest place in the city," Gongsun Ce said.
"Uncle, don't you drink juice?"
"Not really my thing."
Pitter-patter, Ayane swung her feet while sitting on the chair.
"Uncle, what's all that stuff written in the notebook?"
"Details, might need them for work."
"What kind of work do you do, Uncle?"
"Let's say, a cop."
Little Ayane propped her head with her hands, her eyes filled with adoration: "Wow... wow! Cops are so cool. Uncle, you're so handsome..."
