"Good—Good evening, gentlemen."
Kira Yoshikage's lips curled slightly, displaying a perfectly calibrated smile. On Kawajiri Kosaku's face, this smile appeared completely natural.
The smile seemed flawless, yet it subtly revealed an ineffable sense of distance and indifference, tinged with a weary melancholy.
His voice was soft and low, like a warm spring breeze brushing past the ear, yet the mysterious aura contained within it acted like an invisible magic, quietly smoothing the inner turmoil of the startled patrons.
"I sincerely apologize for disturbing you all so late. Actually, I just arrived in this Town myself. I originally wanted to watch the famous horse race, but I seem to have arrived a bit late... It seems I missed quite a few interesting things!"
Having said this, Kira Yoshikage gently shook his head, showing a touch of regret.
His attire and demeanor were completely out of place in this frontier Town. He didn't look like a spectator seeking excitement; although his clothing suited the era, he lacked the appearance of someone who had traveled long distances. His physical appearance was simply too well-maintained.
His clothes were too new and too fine, and their style suggested he was a traveler or scholar of status. While this somewhat lowered his perceived threat, his mere presence here felt slightly unsettling.
A slightly braver patron, a white cowboy, swallowed hard. He stammeringly recounted the horrific events of the day, exaggeratingly describing Hashimoto Yoma's inhuman appearance and bizarre method of killing.
He also mentioned Sand Man, that damned smelly Native American, who was supposedly working with the monster, warning that they should be extremely cautious if they encountered him.
As an older white man, he generally despised East Asians, but for some reason, just as he thought about insulting Kira, he sensed how dangerous the man was. Seeing that Kira was looking directly at him, he could only grit his teeth and explain the situation.
Kira Yoshikage listened patiently, occasionally asking one or two key questions to guide the man's narrative.
"That... naked gentleman, did he have any specific features? Besides the wings?"
"Features? He was covered in terrifying muscles! Like a statue! Also... he seemed very picky about food, complaining that the turkey wasn't tasty..."
Isn't that just stating the obvious? Turkey itself isn't particularly delicious. When meat is scarce, it might be considered a good thing, but wealthy people or those with refined palates wouldn't eat this kind of food... It's all coarse muscle fiber. Yoshikage didn't like eating it either.
"Did he mention anything special? Like... the 'corpse'?"
"The corpse? No... I didn't hear... Oh! He did say that 'muscle' and the 'saint's corpse' were the important things!"
"The saint's corpse..."
A sharp light flashed in Kira Yoshikage's eyes. Sure enough, this lunatic was also here for it. But was he a local native? A local wouldn't speak like that. He hadn't originally expected to find any real news about the corpse.
Yet, the information was known by simply asking a random passerby. Perhaps the news had already been completely publicized. Locals vying for the top spot would surely keep the information secret initially.
Could he be someone from another world, just like him?
"Then, what about that Native American runner? What is his name?"
"Sand Man! They all call him Sand Man! He runs as fast as a ghost!"
After receiving sufficient information, he smiled under the wary gaze of the older white man. Kira Yoshikage then politely nodded in thanks and walked toward the bar.
Under the bartender's watchful eye, he placed down a valuable gold coin he had 'borrowed' from a victim in this world.
As for where the victim came from, don't ask—there are plenty of people in the Town, aren't there?
"Please give these gentlemen another round and put it on my tab," he said with a smile. "Also, could you tell me the way to Old Tom's Inn?"
The bartender looked at the gold coin, hesitated, but still quietly gave him the directions. Kira Yoshikage's generosity and composure instinctively made him cooperate.
Once he had the intelligence, Kira Yoshikage dared not delay for a moment. His figure flashed and swiftly vanished from the saloon like a phantom, seemingly merging with the darkness, making his whereabouts undetectable.
However, he did not head straight for the inn, nor did he secure a room for himself. Instead, he chose a more concealed and secluded path.
Before long, a quiet alley appeared before him. It was deserted, with only faint moonlight casting silver streaks through the dappled tree shadows.
He immediately activated his X-ray vision. While X-ray vision wasn't useful when searching for a needle in a haystack, knowing the general direction made the 20-kilometer range incredibly effective. His gaze pierced through the walls like a torch, directly reaching the interior of the inn.
Instantly, everything was clearly visible, as if there were no obstacles. But when he focused his eyes, he was stunned by what he saw—it was a face he was incredibly familiar with!
That's right, it was the face that had appeared in the anime, the figure who absolutely should not have been here: Hashimoto Yoma. Right now, that face was vividly displayed before him, carrying a feeling that was both familiar and strange.
"Hashimoto Yoma... How is this guy here? So the god is the Greek main god Hermes? Isn't that a bit excessive?
Oh, Sand Man is next to him. They are indeed together... It seems our goals are currently aligned: the saint's corpse.
Yoma is powerful and his actions are unpredictable. He is probably a divine favorite, just like Kishibe Rohan was back then, posing a huge threat. Ah, wait a minute, what is that?"
He looked up toward Old Tom's Inn. Two dangerous targets were staying there, and clues about the saint's corpse might be hidden inside. He observed carefully for a while, but suddenly saw a golden head emerge directly from Yoma's back, meeting his gaze.
It immediately cut off his vision, but it didn't do anything else; in fact, its expression was smiling when it appeared.
"??? He saw me. What does he want?"
Kira Yoshikage leaped up abruptly, only to find that nothing further happened. The street remained quiet under the night sky. It seemed Hermes had merely glanced at him and done nothing else.
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