Anime: Ashura from Killing Akame

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"Hill, would you like an ice cream cone?"

"Hill, does this dress look good?"

"Hill, how about this hair accessory?"

"Hill..."

After walking around, Tatsumi discovered a problem.

Hill seems to be a little socially anxious?

Hill was holding his hand at this time, and he could feel the sweat secreted from Hill's palm.

Anxious, restless, and quickly completing shopping tasks.

If this isn't social phobia, then what is?

But would a socially anxious person choose to be a killer?

Bullshit!

But think about it carefully, a killer only needs to kill people and does not need to communicate, so it has nothing to do with social phobia?

I am a killer, but I also suffer from social phobia.

Is this reasonable?

It’s very beaver.

Come to think of it, it's not just Hill, Akagi should also be a little socially anxious.

That’s why he usually doesn’t show much expression on his face.

This thing is related to childhood experiences. To put it bluntly, it is the lack of opportunities to interact with people.

In addition, staying in the killer organization, there is a lack of opportunities to communicate with the outside world frequently.

Therefore, most killers should have some social phobia symptoms to a greater or lesser extent.

Of course, Nadezhda's identity is special, and people like Brand and Leone, who are naturally generous and have a social aura, are not included.

"Hill, are you...nervous?"

Tatsumi asked as he looked around and didn't know where to put his hands.

"fine......"

“It’s just that I’m not used to being in a crowd.”

Hill explained quietly.

"Are you nervous when you're with me?"

Hill thought about it and shook his head: "No, Tatsumi is a very reliable and trustworthy person."

Reliable and trustworthy... Not bad, at least not a good guy.

"Relax, don't be nervous, it's okay, I'm here."

With Tatsumi's comfort and help, Hill's nervous expression eased a lot and he tried his best to adapt to the unfamiliar environment.

Tatsumi led Hill to a clothing store.

In the world of colors, purple is often seen as a symbol of mystery, nobility, and romance.

The purple cheongsam, coupled with Hill's purple hair and gentle face, gives people a gentle image.

Since joining the Night Raid, Tatsumi has seen Hill wearing a purple cheongsam most of the time.

She is rarely seen wearing other styles of clothes.

Only a few times did I see Hill in his pajamas.

It must be said that although Hill is a dull person, his body is not dull.

A perfect car model figure.

"Hill, how do you feel about this cheongsam?"

Tatsumi came to a cheongsam with gold as the main color, touched the material and felt it was good, so he turned to Hill beside him and asked.

"nice."

Hill took a look and found that the cheongsam was indeed very beautiful and the workmanship was very exquisite.

At this time, noticing the two people surrounding the merchandise, the waiter walked over quickly and was about to say the universal formula "Sir or Madam, you have good taste..." Tatsumi looked at the waiter and pointed at the cheongsam: "Pack it up."

The waiter was stunned for a moment, his eyes revealing hesitation: "Sir, don't you want to try it?"

"If the test result is not good and I don't want it, will you regret this decision?"

The waiter's face froze: "Sorry, it's my problem, please don't mind it sir."

It was the first time for the waitress to meet such a straightforward customer, and she was at a loss as to how to deal with her.

"Tatsumi, is this really okay?"

Not only the waiter, Hill was also a little confused. Although she didn't go shopping often, but in her memory, buying clothes was not a process like this. At least she had to try it on to see how it looked.

"Then you try?"

Tatsumi doesn't care about money. After all, it belongs to Ouka and was obtained through greed, so he doesn't feel sorry at all when spending it.

"Okay, I'll try it on." Hill was afraid that he would find defects after buying it and would be dissatisfied, so he decided to try it on on the spot.

"Beautiful lady, the dressing room is over there."

The waiter half bent over and respectfully pointed to a place in the corner that was covered with a curtain.

Looking at Tatsumi's lavish shopping, I thought to myself that I was so lucky to have met a nobleman?

With this order, won’t she make a fortune?

"The customer is God. We must be respectful and provide quality service." The waiter reminded himself secretly.

Hill walked into the fitting room holding the golden cheongsam, and the sound of changing clothes was heard from inside.

At this time, Tatsumi was a little confused.

Because the power of waves ran wild and out of control.

I saw some scenes that I shouldn't have seen.

"Don't do this again next time."

Satisfied with the retraction of the wave force, Tatsumi harshly criticized the wave force.

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Waited for a while.

Hill came out.

The golden cheongsam she wore was luxurious and dazzling. It seemed to emit a light golden glow, which added a sense of gorgeousness to Hill's beautiful purple hair.

At first glance, she looked like a noble princess from the palace, making people feel ashamed.

"Tatsumi, does it look...good?"

Hill walked in front of the mirror and subconsciously looked at himself in the mirror. Then his cheeks turned slightly red and he asked in a low voice with some lack of confidence.

“It looks great. It’s great.”

Tatsumi exclaimed in admiration from the bottom of his heart.

People rely on clothes.

After changing her clothes, Hill successfully transformed from a tall and mature lady into a noble princess.

"Sir, your wife has a great figure."

The waiter's envious words made Tatsumi slightly stunned, then he looked down at the waiter's figure, nodded after a long while and said: "You have a good eye."

The waiter felt offended by where Tatsumi's gaze rested, but he didn't dare to say it out loud, so he could only grit his teeth.

What I mean is, if we can’t speak, we can just keep silent.

Sir, please don't make personal attacks on me!

“Is it really beautiful?”

Hill asked again unconfidently.

“Really, it’s super beautiful.”

"Hill, why do you usually only wear purple clothes? Have you ever thought about trying other styles of clothes?"

Tatsumi asked the question that had always been on his mind.

Just because Hill always wears purple cheongsam doesn't mean it's the only piece of clothing she owns.

No matter what, Night Raid is still the top killer organization in the Revolutionary Army, with all its members being imperial weapon users, so it is very valuable.

It is impossible that the financial situation is so poor that one cannot even afford a few pieces of clothing.

The reason why she always wears purple cheongsam is that Hill has more than a dozen purple cheongsams of the same style.

"Purple matches my hair color." Hill said as a matter of course, glanced at the waiter, leaned over to Tatsumi's ear and whispered:

"Moreover, wearing fixed clothes helps us to identify our companions through their clothes when they die and their bodies are abused beyond recognition and cannot be identified with the naked eye..."

Tatsumi was stunned, and finally realized that the clothes Hill and the others wore back and forth were all familiar ones.

It turns out there is a mystery hidden inside.

"I see, Hill, I think that white dress suits you well, do you want to try it?"

Selectively skipping this slightly heavy topic, Tatsumi pointed to the white dress hanging on the wall nearby.

"Okay."

Hill said with a smile.

After her first experience of trying on clothes, she no longer felt as nervous as she did at the beginning.

Extraordinary adaptability is also one of the essential skills for a killer.

Hill took the white dress that the waiter took down from the clothes rail and walked into the fitting room.

Tatsumi sat on the sofa, the fluctuating power in his body once again uncontrollably raging.

Tatsumi tries to suppress.

Suppression failed.

Give up resistance.

If you can't resist, enjoy it.

He began to observe Hill.

To be honest, the color white suits Hill very well.

The light purple and white complement each other, creating a fresh and soft atmosphere, making people feel peaceful and comfortable.

Plus, Hill herself is a gentle and maternal person.

It also adds another level to her temperament.

Hill put on his clothes, opened the curtain and walked out of the fitting room.

"Tatsumi, I..."

"nice."

"But you haven't..."

"I've seen it, it's pretty good."

"Waiter, pack this, that, and...all for me."

Through observations of the power of waves, Tatsumi selected more than a dozen pieces of clothing that looked good and were just right for Hill to wear based on Hill's measurements.

When the waiter heard this, he was overjoyed.

Big order.

Big list!

She started moving immediately, like a clockwork machine.

His hands moved quickly, fearing that Tatsumi would go back on his word.

"Tatsumi, isn't that too extravagant?"

Hill was a little hesitant, thinking that the money he brought might not be enough.

Want to decline.

"It's okay, I'll pay for it."

Of course Tatsumi could guess what Hill was thinking.

The wages for night raids were low.

Every time after killing a wealthy family, the revolutionary army would send people to count their property, under the pretext of using it as military expenses.

This is what caused Hill's current situation.

There is money, but not much.

Daily expenses are no problem, but lavish spending like this becomes a problem.

Tatsumi didn't know how much money it was exactly, because he had never received a salary from Nadezhda...

But he doesn't care about that little bit of money.

When he is short of money, robbing the rich to help himself is a basic behavior, and he has no bottom line... What's more, the targets of the robbery are not good people, so he has even less psychological burden.

"I'll pay you back when I have money."

Seeing that Tatsumi was determined, Hill stopped trying to dissuade him and spoke seriously.

"No, it's just a small amount of money, no need to worry about it."

Tatsumi didn't care too much. As he said, it's not his own money that he spends, so he won't feel bad about it.

He took money from Ouka, and Ouka used his power to squeeze money from the people.

Do the math.

In the end, the money was spent in the hands of these ordinary people.

It is a good thing and promotes social and economic circulation.

Take it from the people, use it for the people.

Thinking this way, I feel less pain in using it.

"No way. We can't just let it go like this. I will definitely pay you back." Hill looked stubborn.

Seeing this, Tatsumi asked inexplicably: "How about you pledge your love to me?"

Hill was stunned, and her pretty face was rarely silent.

"Let me think..." she whispered.

"It's just a joke, don't take it seriously."

Tatsumi called the waiter who was waiting anxiously beside him: "Check out."

"Yes, sir."

The waiter had a flattering smile on his face and even changed his address from "sir" to a respectful title.

I followed the waiter to the front desk, where large and small packages of packaged and decorated goods were placed on the counter.

"Sir, the total is xxx yuan."

Tatsumi paid the money readily.

"Sir, are you still in need of a concubine?"

Tatsumi paused.

"My Lord, how do you see me?"

The waiter pulled down her collar, revealing her snow-white skin, and posed seductively.

Tatsumi hesitated for two seconds and politely refused: "It's good to be ambitious, but it's not good to be admired."

After saying that, he called Hill over to pick up the bag and left, leaving two dashing backs to the dazed waiter.

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The sky is getting dark.

It was already evening when the two returned from shopping.

[Don't look down on the poor middle-aged people] There are still few people and few guests.

Aikunsi was sitting by the window, staring outside in a daze.

Judging from the situation, it won’t be long before “Don’t bully the poor middle-aged people” will transform into “Don’t bully the poor old people” and finally into “The dead are greatest”.

If this continues without any changes, it is only a matter of time before the restaurant closes.

"Big brother, Sister Hill, are you back?"

Aikunsi noticed the two figures, and when her eyes fell on the large and small bags in their hands, which contained a wide variety of goods, envy flashed in her little eyes.

"Where's Oka?"

Tatsumi looked around and didn't see Ouka, so he asked curiously.

"Master Ouka, he is training with Big Sister."

Aikunsi said.

"Big sister?" Tatsumi thought about it and realized that the only one who could be called big sister by Akuns and had the ability to guide Ouka in training was Suzuka.

This guy is very ambitious and never misses any opportunity to become stronger.

backyard.

Tatsumi saw Ouka who was fighting fiercely with Suzuka.

The result is self-evident.

One-sided beating.

Suzuka beating Ouka is like Ouka beating Aikunds, it's like playing, there's no comparison at all.

"Come again!"

Ouka was knocked far away by Suzuka's punch. He got up from the ground. Instead of being discouraged, he was full of fighting spirit.

"No more fighting." Suzuka stopped attacking and her eyes fell on Tatsumi who had just appeared, with a hint of heat flashing in her eyes.

She walked quickly to Tatsumi's side, her eyes full of fanaticism: "Master, please whip Suzuka as much as you want!"

"Thank you for the invitation, but I won't make an appointment."

Tatsumi refused, saying that he had something to do tonight and couldn't spare the time for the time being.

"Ok."

The enthusiasm in Suzuka's eyes gradually turned into disappointment.

Suzuka returned to the center of the backyard and looked at Ouka: "Continue."

Ouka was a little confused.

"Aren't you going to stop fighting?"

"Now I want to fight again."

"Oh......"

Before Ouka had time to think, Suzuka took the lead in launching the attack.

Looking at the attack which was several points more fierce than before, Ouka suddenly came to his senses.

This is not cultivation at all, it's clearly treating him as a punching bag for venting anger!

"Wait, let's stop here for today."

Ouka said quickly.

He wants to become stronger, but he doesn't want to be bullied!

"Becoming stronger is not something that can be done overnight. If you want to become stronger, getting beaten is the most basic way to practice."

Suzuka continued to throw punches while explaining in a serious tone.

Ouka was speechless and could only endure it silently.

Thus, a world was achieved where only Ouka was injured.

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Return to the room.

Tatsumi called up the system panel.

"Tongzi, upgrade."