Chapter 300: Table Manners

Broly leading a group of Digimon to scour the house for money was seen clearly by Yamaki Mitsuo and the others.

Yamaki Mitsuo felt some surprise, but from this he inferred that the group of Digimon who had come down from the Sky Castle should be existences with some understanding of the Real World.

In the Shinjuku area where Diaboromon was located, the streets were already under martial law blockade; when Broly and the Digimon such as Dorumon had scavenged some money and were preparing to leave, they were stopped by the human army soldiers blockading the streets.

"Stop, you cannot leave from this place."

The soldiers blockading the street, looking at the group of Digimon walking over, immediately warned them somewhat nervously.

But fortunately, before conflict could arise, Yamaki Mitsuo arrived here with his female subordinate Feng Lihua.

Yamaki Mitsuo showed his credentials to the soldiers, then took the initiative to walk over and greet Broly and the others: "Hello, I am Yamaki Mitsuo, Section Chief of the Network Management Bureau. May I ask where you all intend to go?"

"Does the Great Gluttony Beast King need to report to you humans where he wants to go? Be sensible and scram quickly, otherwise, I, the Impmon, will make you eat some bitterness."

Impmon flew forward somewhat sycophantically, and facing the approaching Yamaki Mitsuo, berated him head-on.

Yamaki Mitsuo's mouth corner twitched; the smooth communication with the Andromon who had come down earlier to scout the situation had made him think this group of Digimon descending from the Sky Castle were relatively easy to communicate with, but he hadn't expected to now experience a completely reversed attitude.

"Don't misunderstand, we are not trying to restrict your freedom; it's just that our world's understanding of the Digital World is limited.

Ordinary people are even more filled with fear towards Digimon; to avoid misunderstandings, we came to inquire.

Hmm, do you all need a guide?"

Impmon looked back at Broly; Broly thought for a moment, then nodded: "We do indeed need a guide from this world."

"I saw you scavenging money through the street surveillance; what do you want to go buy?"

"We're preparing to go buy delicious food; do you have any recommendations?"

"There are still some not bad restaurants on the Shinjuku side; we can drive you there."

Broly didn't refuse, and bringing Dorumon, Piximon, two Floramon, Tokomon, and Impmon, they got into the other party's car.

Yamaki Mitsuo said a word to the soldiers blockading the street; the soldiers then contacted their superiors, obtained permission, and quickly let them pass.

A tall woman sat in the driver's seat driving; Yamaki Mitsuo sat in the front passenger seat. He looked at Broly in the rearview mirror, who was very similar to a human boy, and suddenly asked: "This Gluttony Beast King, may I ask what purpose you have for coming to our world?"

"No purpose, just passing through. We're looking for a thief; that thief stole my partner's thing, but he is not in this Real World."

Broly carefully rubbed Dorumon's ears, not even lifting his head as he replied to the other party.

"What does this Real World mean? Could there be other Real Worlds?"

Yamaki Mitsuo asked with a smile, looking like he didn't quite believe it.

"Quite obviously, there are."

Broly responded concisely.

"Broly, this guy is pumping you for information."

Piximon was more direct; she glanced at the sunglasses man in the front passenger seat, then reminded the boy beside her.

"I know, but this isn't anything too important; telling the other party doesn't matter."

Hearing the conversation behind him that didn't avoid him at all, Yamaki Mitsuo in the front passenger seat showed an embarrassed expression.

"Cough cough..."

He coughed twice, pushed up the sunglasses on his nose bridge, then tried to ask again: "May I ask you a question?"

"Ask."

After receiving permission, Yamaki Mitsuo posed the question: "Are you ultimately a Digimon, or a human?"

"I am not a Digimon, nor a human; I am a Saiyan, from Planet Nappa."

This answer made Yamaki Mitsuo fall silent for a while.

After a moment of silence, he decided to continue: "So that means an alien. Hmm, our world is currently facing a major crisis and needs some people who can help; I wonder if you all could help us?"

Before this, the Andromon manipulated by Moleculmon had refused his proposed useless deal, and without giving him a chance to continue speaking, had left directly.

"What help? If it doesn't take up too much time, I can agree."

Broly is an easygoing Saiyan, and also rather kindhearted; although he had only just met the sunglasses man in the front passenger seat, if it was just a trivial favor, he was willing to help out.

"That pink giant monster, you've already fought it; it is eroding our world, and we are trying to find a way to eliminate it, or drive it out of our world, and this needs some time, but our human army finds it very difficult to delay that time..."

Before coming, Yamaki Mitsuo had already received Dolphin's communication; now, network information communication centers all over the world have shown signs of being invaded by Diaboromon; those guys invaded the Real World through the network.

As for the Digital World side, it is even more severe; it has already lost 21% of its territory.

And the traced source data of Diaboromon is right here in Shinjuku of the Real World.

They need someone to suppress Diaboromon's actions on the Shinjuku side.

Originally there was only one choice: Matsuda Kaito and those kids.

But the sudden appearance of the Sky Castle gave Yamaki Mitsuo another option.

"Buy time, how long does it need to be delayed?"

After hearing the other party's request for help delaying time, Broly couldn't help but ask.

"If possible, the longer the better."

The Countermeasure Team still has no clue on how to resolve Diaboromon, so Yamaki Mitsuo could only say this.

"Sorry, I can only promise to help you while I stay in this world, but I won't delay my own time heading to the destination world just to help you."

Time passes relatively slowly in the Digital World; staying a bit longer there is no big deal, but after arriving in this Real World, Broly discovered that the time he could remain stranded had already decreased to three digits.

Quite obviously, his stay duration in this Real World was being consumed at over ten times the speed of the original Digital World time.

Every extra day spent in this world equals a reduction of ten days to half a month of stay duration in the original Digital World.

Although the number of days doesn't represent Happiness Value, Dorumon's Happiness Value would show directly proportional growth during the time they spent together.

"That's enough too; thank you very much indeed."

Yamaki Mitsuo expressed thanks first, then pursued the question.

"Then how long can you all stay in this world?"

"6-8 hours."

Broly stated the preparation time Molecule Beast gave for the spaceship to shift again.

"Ah, only this much time?"

Yamaki Mitsuo froze for a moment; he had thought he gained new support, but instead learned the new support's group would only stay in this world for such a short time.

"Are you disdaining it?"

The Impmon is a cunning little thing, but sometimes it also serves as the best mouthpiece.

"No, not at all."

Yamaki Mitsuo hurriedly denied.

"Hmph~"

Seeing this, the Impmon let out a cold snort, then said: "The Gluttony Beast King is willing to spare some effort to help you humans during the time he stays in your world; you should be grateful and kneel on the ground, thanking the great Gluttony Beast King!"

"No, Impmon, I don't need that kind of thanks."

Broly directly refuted.

"Yes, yes, this little one spoke out of turn."

The Impmon hurriedly admitted its mistake.

"This guy seems to always like messing with formalities."

The Piximon evaluated the Impmon's behavior thus.

【You guys don't know the importance of currying favor at all!】

The Impmon dismissed this.

Back then, it was by relying on this formalism that it won the Vamdemon's favor, and was entrusted with important tasks at the Child level by the Vamdemon.

And this time, following the new King, the Impmon also brought out its old ways, and believed it had done very successfully.

See, now the Gluttony Beast King wants to go out and eat good food, he can already bring it along.

The Impmon doesn't think this is due to its own small build; it only believes it has already entered the Gluttony Beast King's inner circle.

And sooner or later it will become, second only to the Tailmon, above other Digimon, the Gluttony Beast King's relied-upon confidant Digimon.

Thinking of this, the Impmon couldn't help but let out a silly hehehe laugh; other Digimon looked at it askance.

"Ha~"

The Angemon let out a yawn; as a Baby I type, it always gets sleepy easily, but for good food, it's willing to persist a bit longer.

Yamaki Mitsuo didn't know what Broly and the other Digimon wanted to eat, so he took them to a fairly high-end Western restaurant.

And people from the Network Management Bureau had already come over in advance to greet them.

Ordinary customers were temporarily not being served; customers already dining were transferred to other places.

The entire Western restaurant was cleared out, just to receive Broly's group of unique otherworldly guests.

Doing this was to avoid possible misunderstandings.

Digimon information in this world, although already officially released.

But if ordinary people see Digimon in reality, they still feel fear.

Because, most Digimon are relatively dangerous creatures to ordinary people.

"This place's dry-aged steak is very good; when I had free time on weekends before, I would also come here to eat a meal."

Yamaki Mitsuo introduced it like an old gourmet.

Facts prove that when the price goes up, most restaurants' food actually won't be unpalatable.

"Can humans in the real world eat such delicious things every day?"

Having tasted the dry-aged grilled steak, the Digimon who followed along exclaimed in amazement, and directly began wolfing down the food served on the table.

"It's delicious, but the portion is a bit small."

The Western restaurant's portions are completely insufficient for Digimon.

Even a Child-level Digimon like the Impmon can eat an amount of food much larger than its own body size, let alone Broly this Saiyan.

Although he hasn't gone hungry since coming to this world, if he eats with abandon, eating a hundred portions at once is still no problem.

The waitress next to them, clearing plates and continuing to serve dishes, watching the Digimon who were not elegant at all, wolfing down their food, unconsciously revealed a trace of disdain in her eyes.

Perhaps, if those dining here were humans, she might not show such an expression, but Digimon, aren't they just a group of dangerous wild beasts that can speak human language?

In this waitress's view, they are no different from a group of barbaric creatures; no matter how cute they look, it's the same — truly even pet cats can eat at the table now.

The Tailmon was originally gnawing on its steak, but it suddenly detected the gaze falling on itself, raised its head, and saw the waitress's gaze that made it uncomfortable; it furrowed its brows and nudged the boy next to it, who was pouring steak into his mouth, with its elbow.

"Abu, is that guy looking down on us?"

"Hm?"

Broly turned his head, looking in the direction the Tailmon pointed.

At the opposite seat, Yamaki Mitsuo, who was accompanying them, also raised his head and looked over.

Upon seeing the waitress's slightly disdainful gaze, he secretly thought it was bad.

He was afraid of exactly this situation occurring.

Digimon are creatures that can very easily sense human emotions.

Just didn't expect that even though they cleared out ordinary human customers in advance, a problem would occur on a waitress.

"Gluttony Beast King, do you want me to go Scorpion Sect Qualification out that guy's eyeballs?"

The Impmon grinned, looking at the human waitress whose gaze was turning terrified, and asked maliciously.

"This is a misunderstanding..."

Yamaki Mitsuo hurriedly explained, but before he could finish, he heard the boy opposite say.

"No need, it's normal for us to be looked down on; who told us our eating looks are comparatively unsightly.

I remember dining in similar restaurants requires some table manners, although I personally find them rather troublesome."

"Table manners?"

Dirumon and the other Digimon all tilted their heads to look over, not understanding what table manners were.

"Something like that……"

Broly picked up the last piece of beef on the plate and threw it into his mouth, wiped his fingers clean with a napkin, then brought a new plate of steak and placed it in front of himself.

And the moment he picked up the unused knife and fork beside him, his temperament changed, suddenly becoming elegant.

At this moment, he was no longer the little savage on Planet Nappa, but more like a young noble master who had received a good education.

The knife and fork in his hand precisely cut the beef on the plate, slicing them into bite-sized pieces, spearing them with the fork and placing them into his mouth to chew slowly, but without making any chewing sounds.

His taste buds satisfied by the food, the corners of his mouth curved up slightly, his face cooperating to show an intoxicated expression, yet with some restraint, not completely lost in it.

The Digimon and people watching this scene were all a bit stunned, unable to believe this was the same person as the boy who had just been grabbing meat with his hands to eat.

"Abu, would eating like this make the food taste even better?"

Dirumon couldn't help but ask, and the other Digimon had this guess as well.

Only because their King's expression looked exactly like he was eating extremely delicious food.

"Seems like it, because this is carefully savoring the taste of the food."

"I want to eat like you too."

"Us too."

"Alright, but first you need flexible hands that can hold a knife and fork."

Dirumon looked at his own cat paws, then thought of Youkomon's giant left hand claw, and directly chose Ultimate Evolution.

HolyAngemon appeared, holy light radiating throughout the restaurant.

"An, angel?"

That waitress who had originally looked down on Dirumon was now also looking a bit dumbfounded.

And under Broly's guidance, a group of Digimon's dining manners began to become elegant.

Gone was the wolfing down, as if they had instantly leaped up a social class.

The other waitresses watching this change suddenly had their general impression of Digimon in their hearts altered:

Turns out, Digimon aren't completely savage dangerous creatures, but there are also Digimon who can dine as elegantly as humans.

"I thought you would hurt that person."

Seeing things hadn't developed in a bad direction, Yamaki Mitsuo let out a breath of relief and said.

"Why would you think that?"

Broly looked at the sunglasses man opposite him with some puzzlement, not understanding why the other party would have such a thought.

"That person wasn't looking at you all with strange eyes?"

Yamaki Mitsuo asked.

"Doing appropriate things in appropriate places, you'll be viewed normally; while in inappropriate places, doing inappropriate things, being looked at with strange eyes by others, that doesn't seem wrong either, right?"

In the KonoSuba world, getting along with some abnormal wives instead cultivated Broly's relatively normal thinking.

Just like now, Broly could quite objectively view that waitress's disdain issue just now.

"Sometimes, when others look at you with strange eyes, perhaps it's not others' problem, but possibly your own problem."

"Indeed so."

Yamaki Mitsuo nodded, expressing agreement.

"Of course, it's also possible it's not your own problem, but simply others' problem."

Broly had already put down the proper noble dining etiquette learned from Darkness, and began to become casual again.

"Uh, those words seem correct too."

Pausing a moment, Yamaki Mitsuo felt he couldn't just keep agreeing, and should say something too.

Thinking it over, he added a sentence: "What's most important for a person is to have the capability to make subjective judgments on matters."

"Hello, for aged steak like this, I still want a thousand portions, to-go."

But Broly was no longer interested in discussing this topic, instead shouting at a waitress beside him.

"Ah, a thousand portions?"

The waitress's mouth fell open, and the chef who learned of the special customer's request directly knelt on the ground.

"Might as well just kill me, grill a thousand portions of aged steak, not to mention no ingredients, even with ingredients I can't make that many!"

In the end, Broly only took away this shop's stock, planning to take it back for Yaseimon to grill, plus a large pile of instant noodles and ketchup.

For this, Broly paid the money he had scavenged to this restaurant's manager, but the manager still looked a bit bitter.

"What's wrong, is the money we gave not enough?"

Broly actually thought so too, and just as he was preparing to propose paying the remaining reward with physical labor, he heard Yamaki Mitsuo beside him say.

"This meal's expenses, let our Network Management Bureau bear them."

"Director Yamaki, this meal's cost will probably use up our department's entire annual funding."

Feng Lihua had to lean over and remind him.

"This world might be destroyed anyway, what use is keeping that funding."

Pausing a moment, Yamaki Mitsuo looked at Broly.

"I only hope you all can wholeheartedly cooperate with our Countermeasure Team in the coming time."

And to this, even the Impmon slapped his chest indicating no problem.

"If there's anything, just notify us, whatever we can help with we definitely will."

Yamaki Mitsuo's act of treating them to a big meal counted as brushing a huge wave of goodwill from Broly.

Leaving those words, a wave of his hand, and he stored away a pile of ingredients.

Then, Broly held the Tailmon who had turned back into a cat, and with a group of flying Digimon following behind him, flew back toward the Spaceship Fortress.

After Broly left, Yamaki Mitsuo took the briefcase full of money from the restaurant manager's hands and said to this person: "Just send the bill to the Network Management Bureau this time, we'll pay the reward. As for this money, I'll take it."

Yamaki Mitsuo handed the briefcase to Feng Lihua at his side and instructed: "If this world still has a future, return this money. Money collected in emergency evacuation disaster zones also counts as ill-gotten gains."

Driving back to the Countermeasure Team, Yamaki Mitsuo immediately issued an order: "D-Reaper is growing by absorbing Kato Juri's negative emotions. To stop D-Reaper, we must first save the girl inside its body.

Contact Matsuda Kaito and those kids, tell them we need to formulate a new plan to rescue Juri, but it requires their and their Digimon's help..."