Chapter 2: Outsider

At first glance, a beautiful girl of about 12 years old is sitting on a bench at the airport.

Seen from the side, the child herself appears to be waiting for parents who have gone to the restroom or elsewhere.

I couldn't help but think he was strangely irritated, and he was bored because he had been told not to leave the scene alone.

No one realized that Biscuit Krueger's age was nearly five times her apparent age, let alone guessed the real reason she was angry.

As a result, the people around them saw a scene too incredible to believe.

"Hey, damn it! Your blood pressure goes up every time you get angry!"

A youth between 18 and 21 years old, of unknown gender, could be called a white-haired handsome man or beauty. However, although he clearly looked older than Biscuit, just shouting at everyone with a very good-looking smile was very rude, which attracted a lot of attention, but about the next second, the people around, everyone was speechless, following his eyes.

Accompanied by a pleasant thumping sound, an uppercut was decided on the chin of the white-haired one, who looked like the beautiful girl Biscuit, and the nearly 170-tall white-haired one flew to the ceiling of the airport and fell from his head.

By the way, although Sora's white hair fell off his head, he immediately stood up with a look of disgust and said, "Sorry, sorry, sorry, Master! Today is also a beautiful loli-con cute girl! I love you!!" I chased after Biscuit, who was walking away in a rage.

"……What was that, huh?"

"Are you filming a TV show?"

The people around, whose thoughts only stopped after the two left, finally started moving, and only then did they barely convince themselves.

That would be peace.

Not only did he not use any techniques during the filming, but even if he knew that such exchanges were commonplace for that master and disciple, no one would benefit from it.

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"Seriously, as a disciple, you say stupid things every time, do you want to die!? Do you want me to kill you!?"

"No, I really love my master, and I love him too, but no matter who I am, I have no intention of letting God or myself kill him."

"Don't be so mean! Even if you say you love me, I'm not happy at all!!"

"Then I'll use bleach to crush this small chest even more, put on a tuxedo, comb my hair back, kneel down and hold your hand and say! Uwa, disgusting!!"

"Stop!"

After putting the luggage in the hotel room and finishing the usual stupid exchange, Biscuit sat on the bed, holding her head and sighing.

"You really are a stupid disciple..."

Rather than saying he was a stupid disciple, it was more like he was surprised, as if to say he was tired of being angry at the disciple, but in fact, Biscuit hadn't been that angry from the beginning.

Of course, if you leave it alone, for some reason, he will keep calling you "old hag," but Biscuit knows this is close to what he calls a "stupid disciple."

Bisque, who has been interacting for three years, knows very well that this is not a word that seriously looks down on or hurts the other party.

My self-proclaimed "stupid disciple" is a stubbornness that can't be said to be liked or cute, and Sora's "quack" will be beaten even if he says so much. Spoiled for not backing down.

Because of this, although he has a strong tendency to make fun of his own reactions, he still can't help but react to Sora's expectations.

(Really, I'm too sweet to this disciple.)

Biscuit has a considerable number of disciples, partly because he is a 60-year-old Two-Star Hunter and also a personal disciple of the current Hunter Association chairman.

He also realizes that his personality is not very good, or rather that he is a bad person, but he is often very easy on his disciples, and I am lucky.

I called you this time because I wanted you to cooperate with me, although it was useless.

And although Sora was late to be called, the fact is that even if he hadn't arrived yesterday, there would have been no problem at all.

The reason for calling him to "come," and there is still a little spare time, is because, as he said, he has no intention of being killed by God, and no intention of being killed by himself. Visible landmines and then performing tap dance, Cossack dance, and breakdance. Of course there is.

In fact, the result is now.

However, if that idiot disciple hadn't made trouble and had followed instructions completely, I thought I would have accepted this unscrupulous, beautiful disciple to go shopping.

Even if he intended to cross the master-student relationship, although the stupid disciple didn't want to die as usual, his life was so great that the color of his hair, which was the color of wet crow feathers, had completely fallen off. Since yesterday, Bisque had been irritated by the fact that he always wanted to run away after struggling and resisting, but for some reason, he always fell into trouble and danger alone.

However, this stupid disciple blowing away this frustration is always the same.

Can't honestly say "I'm worried," and the moment my anxiety turns into relief, no matter if this person is a bad person or not, I have to hit number eight. I smiled and then apologized, "I'm sorry."

As a result, most things became irrelevant, and when I sighed again that I still had a long way to go, the idiot disciple looked at Biscuit's face, knowing that it was the same gender, but still excited. The worried look, the beautiful face lost a little melancholy.

"What's wrong, old ghost? Did you leak urine?"

Another Biscuit uppercut hit Sora's head to the hotel ceiling.

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"No, I also think this is scary. I think, but now that I've come up with it, I just want to say it."

"I can't believe you can make such a suicidal thought with such a face!"

Somehow, crawling out of the ceiling by himself, Sora found an unforgivable serious excuse and was hit by Biscuit again.

As expected, if I continue to blow Sora away, the story won't progress, and even if I say I will pay for the repairs (Sora, of course), I will be kicked out of the hotel, so I will keep my head gently.

"Ah, no matter how much I talk to you, it's not enough!

Sora! That's why I called you!"

If I try to communicate poorly with the other party, this special skill is air, and the serious destruction disciple will vaguely cover me like before, so Biscuit pointed a flyer at Sora sitting on the floor.

"? Mystery of the Gem Dynasty, Jewel Exhibition? Eh, Master Pakuru..."

"Shut up."

I don't know if he's stupid, or if he just does this if it's Biscuit, but when he got to the point of wanting to say it, Biscuit glared at him and interrupted Sora's words.

After answering "Yes," Sora obediently shut up, perhaps feeling that it was time for him to be angry.

To summarize Bisque's story, the dynasty that prospered in this region hundreds of years ago was the Gem Dynasty.

That kingdom was famous for its gem production and processing technology, but there was no reason for other countries not to target a country that produced such a large amount of gold, so it was usually destroyed and processed in that era. Most of the cultural heritage-level jewels and ornaments created in the world were lost in other countries.

Therefore, a collector who owns a large number of gems from the allegedly lost Gem Dynasty will hold an exhibition, because the year since the Gem Dynasty is said to have fallen coincides with the time.

It seems that the collector wants to return his collection to his hometown at all costs, so that the surviving descendants of the Gem Dynasty can see it. Biscuit's view is that he just wants to show off and earn a little pocket money, called event income.

I didn't expect such a stupid desire to show off to summon a monster willing to bathe and drink blood in the underworld for money, so such an event was planned.

The exhibition will start tomorrow.

Biscuit's explanation stopped there, and Sora clapped his hands with a satisfied sound.

"Thieves will definitely chase after the Jewel, so I plan to beat them back and then sell them to a Collector to get some Jewels! If you do that, you'll only get a fair amount of compensation."

"Goodbye, old hag! You won't live long with that damn bad personality of yours!!"

"Sorry!"

Biscuit yelled at Sora's words and fired another shot.

However, although he wasn't serious at all, Sora, who was escaping alone on the ceiling, could not remain silent, nor could he learn a lesson from it, so he corrected his sluggish posture. He continued to speak immediately.

"But why did you call me? Because I am a Gem?"

"Hmm, that's part of it, but that is the main reason I summoned you."

In a sense, this disciple had a closer relationship with the Gem than Bisque the Hunter, so as he himself said. But if it were just that, I didn't mean to force it, just asking "Will you come?" instead of "Come."

The reason for the 20% of Biscuit obsessed with the Gem Dynasty's gem was not through legitimate means, but through threats, deception, and even rolling it up, pointing a Finger at the photo of the part mentioned as Sora in the flyer. Viewpoint.

Sora looked carefully at one of the exhibits printed on the corner of the flyer; if the photo was actual size, it was a thumb-sized ruby, and then he noticed.

Inside the gem, there was a pattern, as if it had been burned into it... no, it was a letter.

"!" Rune?"

"This. This must be the 'Magic' of your 'world', right?"

Three years ago, Sora, who was picked up by Biscuit, told her his name, age, and gender, and also told her about himself. "I am an apprentice to a witch who was sent away."

Of course, when Biscuit heard this, she said honestly: "Oh, is that so?"

From the beginning, she felt that she wouldn't easily believe it herself, and she said: "It doesn't matter if you don't believe me." Because Biscuit's confused reaction was eased.

But after taking her as an apprentice for a month, I still couldn't help but believe it.

It was a technique she called "Magic," like a subspecies of Nen Ability, a contradiction in knowledge that made you realize you had received an unnaturally high level of education, despite your ignorance of the common sense of this world. There were many reasons.

It wasn't because I wanted people to believe me, nor because I had to make them believe me, but because I was too lazy to explain every time some bankruptcy incident occurred. I understood what you just told me.

In fact, I think most of what I considered "strange" could be explained by assuming she was not a resident of this world.

By the time there was no doubt, Biscuit took Sora as an apprentice, taught him how to survive in this world, and I was also trying to find a way to get it back.

I was doing it, but I didn't know my master's disciple. Sora answered Biscuit's words with a serious face, narrowing his deep blue eyes.

"Yes, but what's that about? If you want it, I'll do it."

"You don't want to go home!?"

Biscuit's fist landed on the top of Sora's head once again. Moreover, this seemed to be even more maddening than the "old hag" remark at the beginning, and I passed out in pain.

"This isn't something that exists in this world, but something called 'Magic Code' made with the technology of your world, right?! Perhaps there is a technology that can transcend time and the world, the 'Magic' you mentioned!?"

Are you serious about returning to your original world??"

"No."

Although his Biscuit was only 20%, he still deliberately gathered his disciples and tried to get them by doing something close to a match pump, away from crime. He got an answer immediately.

Faced with such a quick response, Sora continued with tears in his eyes, then shouted: "Isn't it?!"

"Because I haven't found my brother yet."

After saying this, Biscuit barely stopped the fist she had swung down.

Her fingers loosened from her clenched fist, and instead of hitting the silly disciple's head, Biscuit quietly lowered her palm and excitedly stroked his pure white hair.

"... Right, that's it. Hmm, indeed, you can't go home yet."

Biscuit remembered the existence of his "brother" whom he had never met.

Although called a brother, he had no blood relationship with Sora, and was a boy who was not in the same world as Sora.

In the three years since Sora came to this world, Bisque was the one who taught him how to live in this world and took care of him, with a gap of about a month.

According to Sora, the person who stayed with Biscuit for about a month was his "brother."

I met him shortly after I came to this world, learned the official language of the Hunter role and the minimum common sense of this world from the boy, but I was attacked by a criminal with a bounty, and I fell into trouble.

It seems this trouble was really involved; Sora did not intervene himself, but protected his benefactor, his "brother," from a high-level Nen User bounty head, and let him escape. I managed to beat back the bounty head, but when I was also seriously injured and on the verge of death, I happened to meet Biscuit.

Then, I lost contact with my "brother."

At that time, neither Sora nor the boy who had just arrived in this world had communication tools like a Mobile Phone, and the boy's situation was completely different from Sora's, so I couldn't look for him openly. Sora still doesn't know the whereabouts of his "brother," or even his safety.

Even so, Bisque remembers that she believes he is still alive, and her search for him takes priority over finding a way back to her own world.

"Oh, sorry. I forgot."

"Are you okay, witch? Go get a dementia check."

As soon as he apologized sincerely, Biscuit stopped stroking Sora's head and punched him.

"Really, you are a child who can't learn manners no matter how long it takes."

Looking down at Sora who had fainted from pain again, I breathed a sigh of relief; I didn't intend to return to the original world, even though it was so terrible and rude that I had been worried and annoyed since I started being me. Seeing this, Biscuit smiled bitterly.

(Indeed, the silly girl is cute, so this is a problem.)

Thinking that she would never confess anything, Biscuit smiled and said to her clumsy disciple.

"Well, even if you find that 'brother,' even if you know how to return to the original world, I don't intend to send you, this rude and inexperienced person, back, so you better be prepared.

Think about how you can't go home while I'm still alive."

"Eh!? I can't go home for a thousand years!?"

"So many numbers! Why are there 4 digits in 100 years!? What do you think of me!?"

"Decided to be a monster!"

Needless to say, the beaten Sora punched through the Wall, and the two were kicked out of the Hotel.

Mr. Sora is too strong...

Sora's "brother" is an original character. The reunion is still ahead, but the name might come out soon.

The next time will likely be an explanation of the fabrication and original interpretation of "just in case" and "Magic."