Chapter 387: Equipment Selection, Taking Advantage of the Situation

The next day, after Satomi Rentaro got up and came out, he saw two futons placed side by side, and the quilt in one of them was already empty, while the newly bought futon quilt in the other was bulging.

The boy walked over and lifted it to look, and sure enough, he saw his own Initiator girl hugging the boy's neck like a sloth while sleeping.

Satomi Rentaro's mouth corner twitched, his mood somewhat complex, as if a daughter he had raised had suddenly one day followed some yellow-haired guy.

And just as he was putting the quilt back, he discovered the boy had already opened his eyes and was looking at him.

"Good morning, Broly."

"Good morning."

"Enju's sleeping posture is a bit bad."

"It's fine, I'm already used to being wrapped up by someone while sleeping."

Broly broke free from the girl's embrace, crawled out from the quilt, and stretched lazily.

"Not going to sleep a while longer?"

"I've already rested enough."

"Go wash up, I'll make breakfast. By the way, is fried eggs and bread okay for breakfast?"

Broly nodded.

"Aren't you waking her up?"

He pointed at Aihara Enju in the quilt and asked the boy walking toward the kitchen.

"There's still some time after breakfast is done, let her sleep a while longer."

After Broly finished washing up and came out, Satomi Rentaro had already laid out breakfast for him.

Then, this person acted like an old housekeeper and went to call the girl to get up.

Aihara Enju was a bit groggy, but when she heard it was almost eight o'clock, she immediately perked up.

She hastily changed clothes, ran to the bathroom, and brushed her teeth and washed up with the boy.

After coming out, she was once again a girl full of energy.

"What are you two going out to do?"

Broly looked at Aihara Enju with a backpack on her back and asked the boy changing shoes at the entrance.

"Enju and I are still students. Later I'll take her to school, then go to school myself."

Satomi Rentaro explained in one sentence.

"What about me, do I need to do something?"

What Broly wanted to ask was the job content; he still didn't know what the Tenkō Agency did.

"You..."

The boy pondered for a moment, then said: "You follow me to school, I'll take you to meet someone."

"Who?"

Broly asked curiously.

"My sponsor."

The boy answered.

"That's the woman keeping Rentaro!"

Aihara Enju added.

"Don't listen to Enju's nonsense; she's our agency's equipment sponsor. The other party runs a weapon company. The weapons on me and Enju's shoes were both given by them. I'll take you there to see if we can get you a set of sponsored equipment too."

Satomi Rentaro pushed his bicycle out the door, Aihara Enju jumped onto the rear seat, and even scooted forward a bit to make room for him.

"Broly, you sit in front of me."

The Saiyan boy didn't refuse, leaning against the girl as he also sat on the bicycle's rear seat.

The boy rode very fast, and not long after they arrived in front of a school with a sign reading Kōda Elementary School.

"Enju!"

A girl seemed to be waiting for something at the school gate, and upon seeing Aihara Enju, she immediately waved toward this side.

"Good morning, Ogawa."

"Did you watch Tenchu Shoujo yesterday?"

"I watched it."

"Red Sauce's Magic Flash, isn't it super powerful."

"Yeah, super powerful."

The two girls chatted and laughed as they walked toward the school gate together.

Before entering the school gate, Aihara Enju didn't forget to look back and wave toward this side.

"Kōda High School is on the other side."

After the girl entered the school, Satomi Rentaro took Broly to his own school.

But since Kōda High School was considered a high-class private school and did not allow outsiders to enter,

he could only bring Broly over the wall into the school.

Satomi Rentaro went directly to the student council.

"Hey, what a rare sight, Rentaro. You actually came running to see me so early in the morning. Have you finally come to your senses and decided to leave Tenkō's agency and join my company?"

A girl wearing a furisode kimono and holding an iron fan looked somewhat surprised that the boy had come to see her so early in the morning, yet she asked.

"No, actually I came to see you for this child."

Satomi Rentaro stepped aside to let Sima Wei Zhi see the boy behind him.

"Hey, how come I don't remember having such an illegitimate son with you?"

Sima Wei Zhi looked at the boy, narrowed his eyes, and asked.

"This is Sima Heavy Industry's Thousand Gold, Sima Wei Zhi, our Tenkō Agency's equipment sponsor. This is Broly, a new employee Tenkō Agency just hired yesterday."

Satomi Rentaro ignored Sima Wei Zhi's words and introduced the two's identities to each other.

"Truly cold enough."

Sima Wei Zhi gave a bored huff, then looked at the boy with a somewhat suspicious gaze.

"To actually recruit such a small child as an employee, could it be your agency has no money to keep going, and that woman Tenkō Kisara only wants to use this child to scam our company's equipment, then resell it outside?"

"How could that be, Kisara-nee would never do this kind of thing. Broly was acknowledged by her based on his own strength, and only then recruited into our agency."

Satomi Rentaro directly denied it.

"Alright, for what Rentaro you say, I am hundred percent willing to believe."

Sima Wei Zhi folded her fan, put on a fake smile, and just said this one sentence.

"Creak—"

She pressed a switch, and the wall beside her suddenly opened, revealing a hidden room.

"The equipment here, if you see something you like, just take it."

Inside the hidden room, various equipment was displayed, from small daggers to large rocket launchers.

Protective gear, cold weapons, hot weapons — everything one could want.

"You really aren't afraid of accidental discharge, blowing up the school?"

Satomi Rentaro looked at a crate of high-explosive grenades in the glass safe, and the corner of his eye couldn't help but twitch.

"Hah, my home's manufactured grenades are world-class, they absolutely won't accidentally discharge."

Sima Wei Zhi said with great confidence.

"Can I take any equipment here?"

Broly asked at this time.

"Heavy hot weapons aren't suitable for resale, I don't advise you to take them. Besides that, other things, as long as this little guy can lift them up, you can just randomly take them away."

Sima Wei Zhi replied.

"Hey hey hey, your words, they basically don't have any meaning of believing me at all!"

Satomi Rentaro retorted, then saw Broly walk straight toward Sima Wei Zhi.

"Eh?!"

Sima Wei Zhi was just preparing to badmouth Tenkō Kisara a couple sentences, when her whole person lost balance.

By the time she reacted, she discovered she had already been embraced by the boy Satomi Rentaro brought, in a spread-arms princess-carry posture, held in his arms.

"I've chosen, I just want this piece of equipment."

Broly decisively chose Sima Wei Zhi as his equipment.

And the reason wasn't anything strange either, just that Crystal Palace acknowledged the other party as a capture target's identity.

"Slap—"

Satomi Rentaro patted his forehead, only feeling his head grow big.

God damn choosing equipment, can you even choose the equipment sponsor away?

"Broly, this is a person, not equipment."

He had to remind the boy one sentence.

"Cluck cluck cluck…"

Sima Wei Zhi reacted, covered her mouth with her fan, and laughed.

"Satomi, where did you find this child? He really is too… hmm, has good taste. Letting him choose equipment here, he immediately chose me, this best and also most expensive equipment!"

"Uh, this is somewhat complex to explain."

"Then no need to say it. This child I look at very pleasing to the eye. From now on, his personal equipment I'll cover entirely."

Sima Wei Zhi directly gave the promise.

"I don't need other equipment, I just want you, can I?"

Broly asked.

"Yo heh, still a little wolf dog, pity sister I'm not a shotacon."

"And, sister already has another obedient little dog."

She looked meaningfully at the boy beside her.

"So, can't let you choose me away, become your personal equipment."

Sima Wei Zhi rubbed the Saiyan's head with her hand, then came down from the boy's embrace.

Broly: "……"

In this world finding a wife rejected, this is already the third time.

"Ding—"

Just then, Satomi Rentaro's pocket phone rang.

"Hello—"

This hidden room's signal was bad, he ran outside to answer.

"Do you like hot weapons, or cold weapons?"

Sima Wei Zhi in the room asked the boy what type of equipment he needed.

"What, you say Enju she…"

"What happened to little Enju?"

In the hidden room, two heads poked out, one big one small, one high one low, and asked.

"Rumors appeared at the elementary school school side that Enju is a Cursed Child. Her class's Director of Students wants me to go over now to talk…"

Satomi Rentaro's expression wasn't looking good; it was only now that he suddenly remembered Hiruko Kagetane's words from when he left yesterday.

Bang—

The boy smashed his fist into the wall beside him, and the wall was caved in with a dent from the impact.

"I'll leave Broly in your care for now; I'm heading over to Enju's school."

Satomi Rentaro left the boy with Sima Wei Zhi to look after, and he himself had already run out.

"Enju exposed her identity as a Cursed Child; is that very bad?"

Broly sat in the office for a while, discovered Sima Wei Zhi's expression was also somewhat heavy, and couldn't help but ask.

"Mm, very bad; she might be expelled."

The kimono-clad girl nodded.

"Why?"

Broly was somewhat confused.

"Little Brother Broly, you don't know that ordinary people in society all reject Cursed Children?"

Sima Wei Zhi retorted.

"I know, but when Enju went to school this morning, there were still people waiting for her at the school gate; those should be her friends, they were chatting and laughing together; would they still reject her like that?"

Broly asked.

"The more friends you make, the better you get along with them, the deeper the hurt when you're rejected by these people.

Right now, we can only hope little Enju can deny her identity as a Cursed Child."

Sima Wei Zhi rubbed her temples, leaned back in her office chair, and said with a sigh.

Crash—

A sound like that came from the side; Sima Wei Zhi was just preparing to look over when a gale abruptly whipped up inside the office.

"Where did such a strong wind come from? Was this window open just now?"

After the gale passed and she could open her eyes, some paper documents had already been blown everywhere; Sima Wei Zhi looked confusedly at the open window.

"Eh, where's Broly?"

Turning her head again, inside the student council's private office, there was already no trace of the boy.

Just as Satomi Rentaro was still pedaling his bicycle, rushing toward Kōda Elementary School, Broly had already found the girl who had run home.

Aihara Enju tossed her red schoolbag onto the desk, sat alone on the floor with her head drooping, the state of her Qi somewhat listless, looking like she had taken a heavy blow, withered and dispirited.

"You didn't deny your identity as a Cursed Child?"

Broly entered the room through the window, looked at the dejected girl, and asked.

"Ah?!"

The sudden sound in front of her made Aihara Enju like a startled little rabbit; she scooted backward a distance with a shuffling sound.

"Eh, Broly, it's you; you're back?"

After seeing clearly it was Broly, the girl let out a breath of relief.

"I heard about your Cursed Child identity spreading at your school; you didn't deny you're not a Cursed Child?"

Broly asked again.

Outside the sky, dark clouds gathered, looking like rain would fall.

"I am a Cursed Child; why would I deny it?"

Aihara Enju picked up the TV remote.

"Right, do you want to watch TV?"

She asked, and turned on the television.

"Cursed Children get rejected; you know that, don't you?"

Broly wasn't diverted by the topic change, but looked at the girl pretending nothing had happened, and continued asking.

A girl's expression can deceive, but her Happiness Value won't deceive.

She's sad, she's disappointed; the smile on her face is just a disguise.

"I know, but I thought they would be different; even after knowing I'm a Cursed Child, they'd still be willing to continue being friends with me..."

Aihara Enju, pressed by the questioning, could barely keep up the pretense, and shouted at the boy through tears.

"Those people rejected you?"

On the Crystal Palace Panel, the girl's Happiness Value had already dropped to 0; if not for the lack of negative number display, Broly wouldn't doubt in the slightest that her current Happiness Value would be a negative number.

Drip-drop...

Rain started falling outside.

"We clearly got along so well; we were best friends who told each other everything, but..."

Broly sat beside Aihara Enju, listening to the girl's venting-like rambling.

"You don't need to feel sad at all; people who would leave you just because of some flaws can't count as your friends at all."

After Broly finished speaking, he added: "If my wife Megumin were here, she'd definitely comfort you like this."

"Uh, then I really have to thank your wife Megumin for the Comfort."

Aihara Enju's voice was a bit light; she thanked with One Sentence, but the state of her Qi remained somewhat low.

Broly saw this, and encouraged her again: "So, you should cheer up; because you don't have any real friends at school at all!"

Aihara Enju: "..."

The sad, grieving her was also rendered speechless at this moment.

No friends — is that words of comfort?

"Broly, has anyone ever told you that you're good at comforting people?"

"Uh, no, but... am I good at comforting people?"

Aihara Enju took a deep breath; the words "As if" that reached her lips turned into: "At least, my mood is a bit better now."

"So it turns out I have this kind of talent!"

Broly lowered his head to look at his own hands, his face wearing the serious expression of someone who has suddenly discovered they possess some potential ability.

"Pfft..."

The rabbit girl was amused by the Saiyan boy's deadpan expression, and a snot bubble even popped out.

"What's wrong?"

Broly didn't understand what this reaction of hers was; he looked over and asked.

"Nothing, I just suddenly thought of something funny."

Aihara Enju hurriedly pulled out some tissues and wiped the snot off her nose.

After wiping, she fell silent for a while, then asked: "Hey, Broly, can I treat you as my true friend?"

"Then are you willing to be my wife?"

Broly retorted.

"If I'm not willing to be your wife, does that mean I can't treat you as a true friend?"

Aihara Enju's eyes, red from crying, stared at him.

"That's not it."

Broly shook his head, denying that point; besides his wife, he still had friends.

"It's just that being my wife has a lot of benefits."

"What benefits?"

Aihara Enju asked with some curiosity.

"If someone makes you sad, I'll help you beat up the person who made you sad — benefits like that."

"That's not much of a benefit either; if it's about being able to hit people, I can do that myself."

The girl pouted her lips.

"There are other benefits."

"What benefits?"

"Giving you massages, helping you scrub your back, sparring with you, granting your wishes, things like that."

Broly continued.

"Wishes, huh? Then my wish right now is just to find a true friend, the kind without any additional conditions; can you help me grant that?"

"Uh, alright then."

Broly was a bit disappointed, but still agreed.

"Then shake hands with me."

Aihara Enju said.

"Huh?"

Broly looked at her strangely.

"Shake hands, good friends, don't you know this saying?"

Broly: "..."

He felt the other party was like Rin Tohsaka from childhood again.

Even so, he still reached out his hand and shook hands with Aihara Enju's small hand.

(Chapter End)