Chapter 561: The Overly Enthusiastic Girl Is Simply Turning Things Upside Down!

"How about it, Little Brother Broly, are you willing to come home with Big Sister me?"

Isayama Huangquan, this black-haired straight-haired girl, propped her left hand on her knee, slightly bent her knee and bowed at the waist; her black, straight sideburns hung down from beside her ear, and she extended her other hand before Broly, making a gesture similar to a man inviting a female dance partner to dance.

Simply put, it was palm facing up, but not excessively forward, placed before Broly.

"I am willing."

Broly felt somewhat subtle, but still placed the tip of his small hand onto the hand of the black-haired straight-haired girl before his eyes, just like a female partner accepting a male partner's invitation to dance.

"Then, I'll say hello to my colleagues and take you back."

Isayama Huangquan gripped his hand, a happy smile appearing on her face; a lonely, helpless child being so willing to trust her gave her a sense of pride similar to doing what her adoptive father did.

"Taking this child home, Miss Huangquan, are you serious?"

"I've already called the Section Chief; she said there's no problem."

"Even if the Section Chief's side has no problem, have you told Mr. Naraku?"

"Not yet."

Facing her colleague's inquiry, Isayama Huangquan gave a denial reply with utter sincerity.

"You haven't, yet you dare bring a strange child home? Don't forget you're an underage girl yourself!"

Iinaga Noriyuki covered his forehead; the girl's approach could charitably be called a burst of kindness, or uncharitably called acting without using her brain.

"Miss Isayama, is there a problem with you taking me home? If there is a problem..."

Broly's words hadn't finished before he was directly interrupted by Isayama Huangquan.

"Little Brother Broly, don't listen to this guy Iinaga's nonsense; my father is a great good person, he definitely won't mind me bringing you home."

"Is that so?"

"It is so, no mistake; also, don't call me Miss Isayama so distantly, just call me Sister Huangquan."

The black-haired straight-haired girl grinned at the Saiyan boy, revealing a very sunny smile, her teeth very neat and white.

"I'll drive you and this child back to the Isayama house."

Iwahara Kōji walked over and said.

"Truly troubling you, Mr. Iwahara."

Isayama Huangquan hurriedly bowed in thanks.

"No need for courtesy, but please, in the car, properly explain this matter to Mr. Naraku."

Broly, led by the hand by Isayama Huangquan, boarded the Supernatural Countermeasures Bureau's dedicated vehicle.

On the rear seat, the girl sat close to him, took out her phone, didn't make a call, but edited a text message and sent it to someone.

Broly watched Isayama Huangquan's profile, discovering the girl's expression shift from a somewhat unconfident frown to a relaxed look with bottom-line confidence.

"Has Mr. Naraku agreed?"

Iwahara Kōji also noticed the change in the girl's expression through the rearview mirror, and driving in front he couldn't help but ask.

"My father told me to come home first, then discuss this matter in detail; but saying discuss in detail, actually he already doesn't refuse me bringing a child home."

"The way you put it, if someone who doesn't know hears it, they might think you've got a wild man's child in your belly."

"Eh, really!"

The car soon arrived before the Isayama house; it was a retro-style duplex villa, looking exactly like a wealthy family's residence, and as a famous Demon Hunter Family, the Isayama Family indeed lacked no money.

Isayama Huangquan brought Broly out of the car, pushed open her own door, and a middle-aged man with a scar on his face, an empty left sleeve hanging loose, wearing a stern expression, stood before the entrance, seemingly having waited there for a while.

"Father, I'm back."

Isayama Huangquan said to the man.

"Since you're back, let's talk about the matter in the text you sent; you say you want to take in a child caught up in an exorcism incident, Huangquan, are you serious?"

Isayama Naraku asked with a stern face.

"Yes, Father, I am serious; I believe this child's situation is somewhat dangerous, only staying at the Isayama house can he be safe."

Isayama Huangquan met her stern-faced adoptive father's gaze, pointed at the Saiyan boy beside her who could easily blow up planets, and spoke seriously.

"This reason is the same as my reason for adopting you in the past; but merely taking in a child is not enough, and as a child yourself, do you really have the confidence to properly care for another even smaller child?"

Isayama Naraku's gaze moved to Broly's face behind his adopted daughter — a face full of bewilderment, not knowing how he himself had become dangerous — and the man's stern expression eased somewhat, and he asked his daughter again.

"Of course."

Isayama Huangquan answered without the slightest hesitation.

"Since you have confidence, then the Isayama Family also doesn't mind an extra pair of chopsticks."

Isayama Naraku finished speaking and looked at Broly to ask.

"What is your name?"

"Broly."

"Good, from today on, you, this child, are a person of my Isayama Family; but what specific identity you'll have in this house depends on your own performance."

Being able to see spirit bodies at this age proves the boy's spiritual sense is very high, he has the talent to become an Exorcist; and if the boy's talent can be as excellent as his adopted daughter, perhaps later he could even become Isayama Huangquan's support — Isayama Naraku held some expectation for this.

Of course, if he has no talent it doesn't matter either; ultimately it's just one more mouth to eat at home, being able to temper his daughter's sense of responsibility is enough.

"Uh, hmm."

Broly nodded; and he didn't have mind-reading jutsu, so he didn't know what Isayama Naraku before him was thinking, only felt that his speed of integrating into this world's new capture target girl's home was damn fast.

"Little Brother Broly, are you hungry? Want to eat?"

Having obtained her father's agreement, Isayama Huangquan was already at ease; and once at ease, her belly felt a bit hungry — she hadn't eaten dinner yet.

However, she was more worried whether the boy who treated the bridge underpass as home was also hungry, so she asked Broly.

"Before coming here, I'd already eaten a little."

Broly referred to having eaten in the Six-Faced World.

"Then eat a little more."

But hearing it in Isayama Huangquan's ears, the girl thought of the boy's situation of making a living by scavenging, and assumed Broly had only eaten a little bit.

It was just that, newly arrived at a stranger's house, for a moment she was timid and didn't dare express her needs.

As for why she could think this way, it was because she herself, when she was first adopted, had a similar mindset.

It was just that Adoptive Father Isayama Naraku's attitude of treating her as his own flesh and blood let her gradually come to regard the Isayama Family as another new home of her own.

"Let me see what's in the fridge..."

Isayama Huangquan pulled the boy into the house, had Broly sit at the dining table and wait, and herself ran to the front of the refrigerator, opened the refrigerator and checked the ingredients inside.

"Hmm, yesterday's chicken and leftover rice, plus carrots and corn, how about we eat chicken stewed rice?"

The girl asked, Broly had no objection, Isayama Huangquan quickly took out the needed things to the countertop, only to see her skillfully cut vegetables, put on an apron and start making stewed rice in front of the gas stove.

Before long, steaming hot chicken stewed rice was placed in a plate, and brought by the girl to in front of Broly.

"Do you want some ketchup?"

"Is it tasty with ketchup added?"

"Chicken stewed rice is only tastier with ketchup added."

"Then add a little."

Isayama Huangquan immediately leaned over, and on the stewed rice in front of Broly, used ketchup to draw a smiling face.

"Want to watch cartoons?"

Putting the ketchup back in the refrigerator, the black long-straight girl sitting opposite asked again.

"Okay."

Broly recalled the Tenchu Shoujo of the Black Bullet World, and nodded.

Isayama Huangquan turned on the television, and it just happened to be a news channel on top.

And inside, it was broadcasting the follow-up of a plane crash news from half a month ago.

"The confirmed victims include all members of the Sanzu River Archaeological Team, specifically..."

Isayama Huangquan hurriedly switched channels, a homeless child shouldn't listen to such heavy news.

"What cartoon do you want to watch?"

"Is there Dragon Ball?"

"What's that?"

"Never mind, whatever's on let's watch that."

"Then let's watch Ikkyu-san~"

From the era-appropriate old-style television, the prelude of 【Like, Like...】 soon rang out.

Broly watched Ikkyu-san's story with great interest while eating, the chicken stewed rice in front of him was quickly finished off by him.

"You're not watching anymore?"

"Big sister has to go wash plates."

"I'll help you wash."

"No need, you just keep watching cartoons."

Isayama Huangquan hurriedly waved her hand.

And at this moment, she felt the boy was a very sensible child.

【Isayama Huangquan Happiness Value Rising, current Happiness Value 3】

Broly discovered that it seemed as long as he was obedient, the girl washing plates over there would feel happy.

"Want to take a bath?"

After washing plates, Isayama Huangquan thought of cleaning up bodily hygiene, she looked at the boy sitting properly on the chair watching TV, walked over and asked.

"Mm."

Broly had no objection.

"There are no boy's clothes at home, if Little Brother Broly you don't mind, you can wear the clothes I wore when I was little, of course not skirts but the kind with pants."

"I don't mind."

"You can use my towel, and also, do you need me to help you bathe?"

"Can you?"

"Of course."

Isayama Huangquan looked at Broly who looked like an elementary student, and felt there was no problem.

"Then, I'll leave it to you."

Bathing can always deepen feelings, Broly didn't refuse.

"Add 'Sister Huangquan' at the end."

"Sister Huangquan."

Isayama Huangquan brought the boy to the changing room, had the boy raise his hands and helped take off the hemp clothes on Broly's body.

When she got hold of the hemp clothes, Isayama Huangquan was a bit surprised by the hemp clothes' material, it was actually much softer than it looked.

But before she could examine it closely, squatting down and taking off Broly's pants too, she saw the tail wrapped around Broly's waist.

"Are you a monster?"

As an Exorcist, the girl instantly became vigilant.

"No, I am a Saiyan."

Broly shook his head and answered.

And this scene, he seemed to find it somewhat familiar.

Thinking carefully, the first World Traversal, at Fujimura Sister's house there seemed to be a similar plot beat.

"Nappa Star, a real tail, but no monster Qi — you really are an alien?"

"Mm."

"No no no, humans experiencing atavism and growing fluffy tails is also possible."

Compared to an alien, Jianshan Huangquan seems to believe in science a bit more.

"Speaking of which, although my tail isn't very sensitive now, being pinched and rubbed still feels like something — can you let go of my tail, Sister Huangquan?"

"Ah, sorry about that."

Jianshan Huangquan hurriedly let go, and she subconsciously glanced at the boy's front; after confirming it was a little thing wrapped in skin, she also put her mind at ease and took off her own clothes.

The girl's skin was fair as snow, her hanging long hair just covering the key parts of her upper body; Jianshan Huangquan didn't mind her body being seen naked by a child, and bringing Broly she walked into the bathroom.

"I'll help you scrub your back."

Rinsed wet, Jianshan Huangquan had Broly sit on the chair; Broly did not refuse.

"Little Brother Broly, can you tell Sister about your circumstances?"

Jianshan Huangquan deliberately tried to get closer to the boy; squeezing some Yokusō onto the scrubbing towel, she began scrubbing his back while asking.

"I can, but there's a lot to my circumstances — don't know which parts you want to understand?"

"Your childhood circumstances, is that okay?"

"Specifically how young a childhood?"

Broly's outward appearance looks somewhat childish; Jianshan Huangquan thought a moment and said: "Can you remember things from before age four or five?"

"I can."

"Then four or five years old it is."

"I was born on Planet Vegeta, a Saiyan infant; when I was born my mother died; afterward, reportedly my potential was too high, so King Vegeta treated me as a threat and exiled me to the dangerous Nappa Star full of giant beasts; my father chased after, but the spaceship broke down, and we father and son were trapped on Nappa Star……"

Broly recalled, speaking of his childhood life on Nappa Star; the vivid story attracted Jianshan Huangquan.

Of course, Jianshan Huangquan didn't believe the giant beast business; she just felt this should be the boy's various embellished fantasies about real world life.

"So you survived on those Vampa Spiders as a child?"

"Mm, the taste was terrible; but it's much better now."

Jianshan Huangquan guessed Vampa Spider should be a substitute term for scavenged food; hard to swallow before, but now she's used to it.

"Don't worry, you're at Sister's home now; from now on you never have to eat those things again."

The girl embraced him with some pity; Broly could feel the other's soft body contained resilience — clearly a trained practitioner.

"Actually, I also eat Vampa Spiders comparatively rarely now."

The newly met capture target's excessive enthusiasm made Broly feel a bit strange; before it was mostly him taking the initiative to be enthusiastic, but now the situation was completely reversed, and instead it made him feel somewhat unaccustomed.

"Sister Huangquan, you scrubbed my back — do you need me to scrub yours?"

Broly felt he ought to respond to the other's enthusiasm, so he asked.

"Truly a sensible child; good, Sister's back is entrusted to you then."

Jianshan Huangquan swept her long black hair to the front, presenting her smooth back to the boy behind her — a posture like on a battlefield entrusting one's rear safety to a trusted companion.

A sharp glint flashed in Broly's eyes; he also sensed this new capture target girl's trust in him.

The scrubbing soul in his heart began to burn; he would stake his many years of experience scrubbing his wife's back (proper version), absolutely could not betray the expectation of the person before him.

"No problem, leave it to me; I guarantee I'll scrub Sister Huangquan's back until not a single speck of dirt remains."

Wet towel slapped the back, five fingers exerted force and scrubbed upward.

"Mhm……"

A strange sound came from Jianshan Huangquan's mouth.

Two minutes later, this girl was comfortably lying on his knees: "Didn't expect you're actually this good at helping people bathe."

"Of course, this used to be my livelihood skill!"

Watching Jianshan Huangquan's Happiness Value rise another two points, Broly raised his head and puffed his chest, speaking quite proudly.

"No wonder."

"No wonder what?"

"No wonder your body has muscle, and doesn't look like someone who often starves."

Jianshan Huangquan said this, then reached out and felt Broly's body.

Such a young age, yet pectorals and abs are already well developed; wearing clothes you'd never tell.

"Little Brother Broly, you must often scrub backs for others at the bathhouse, right?"

"Eh, how did you know?"

"Need I say? With that build of yours, if it's not hard physical labor, there's no way you'd develop it."

At this moment Jianshan Huangquan had already daydreamed a scene of the little boy in a large public bathhouse, laboriously scrubbing others' backs to earn living expenses; the muscles look perfect, but they're all traces of life.

"Uh, my build was trained, but not just from scrubbing backs……"

"I know, you must've done lots of other odd jobs too; rest assured, from now on you won't have to run around doing odd jobs — the Isayama Family will let you live a life the same as ordinary children!"

Broly's expression was somewhat subtle, but looking at Jianshan Huangquan speaking seriously, he still replied: "Understood, Sister Huangquan; if you want me to live an ordinary child's life."

Capture targets' needs are varied, but Broly will still try his best to satisfy them; as an actor who nearly became a Hollywood superstar, he will definitely cooperate with this new capture target girl before him, performing the appearance of an ordinary child.

However, to be cautious, Broly plans to consult the others in the Group Chat Room about what kind of performance matches an ordinary child's image.

"Alright, the back's all scrubbed; you can soak in the bath together with Sister."

Jianshan Huangquan picked up the boy, strode into the bathtub and lay back in the hot water; she exhaled comfortably, a look of complete satisfaction.