Honkai Impact: Grandma Pine Sparrow is still chasing me!

Chapter 8 Purple Sweet Potato Peel Miracle Medicine

Qiong has never been on a date. The last time he went shopping with a girl was... wait, when was that?

"Sora, what are you thinking about?" Asakura Miyuki asked with a grin.

"It's nothing, it's just..."

Sora glanced at her right hand, which was firmly held by Asakura Miyuki.

I just feel that men and women shouldn't be too close...

From any perspective, the two are just friends who have known each other for less than a day. Would a normal girl bring a male friend she has only known for a day out on a "date," even if it's under the guise of gratitude?

"Oh, it's just holding hands, there's no need to be so nervous."

Not nervous? How could I not be nervous? Qiong smiled bitterly to himself.

With his left hand empty, Sora felt an intense sense of insecurity. He didn't know why he couldn't retract or dissipate what was probably his "shadow bat." Was it a lack of skill? In any case, due to technical limitations, Sora was currently unarmed. Crucially, he hadn't yet found a way to utilize a power he didn't even know existed, and Asakura Miyuki was beside him…

Not far behind the two, a gray figure and a white figure on the other side were following them.

"Sigh, I still have to work overtime so late at night..."

As the most useful tool in the Undying Blade synergy, Aylvit is undoubtedly very useful. However, for some reason, Rita seems to have been inspired by a traditional skill from her homeland, Daiying: use her to the extreme if she's useful. She trained during the day, flew to the Far East at noon, and was then ordered to "secretly observe" the target late at night without even having dinner…

Even though Aylvit was a hundred times unwilling, the higher the rank, the more powerful one was, and considering all factors, Aylvit could not refuse the task.

Somewhat resentful, Alvette quickly realized the cost of working with emotions. Asakura Miyuki seemed to sense her solidified resentment (or so she thought), and looked in her direction. However, when Asakura Miyuki turned around, she didn't see gray, but only a splash of white.

"Asakura, what's wrong?" Sora noticed Asakura Miyuki's unusual behavior.

"Just call me Miyuki! I just felt like someone was looking at us with malice... Maybe I'm overthinking it?" Asakura Miyuki smiled.

Was someone staring at them with malice? But since Miyuki Asakura said it was nothing, then it must be nothing...

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At the same time, at the old warehouse stronghold of a gang in Changkong City, Far East.

"I'm so angry!"

For Qiong, defeating the thugs and rescuing a poor girl was obviously no problem, and no one was injured except for the thugs. The police had no objections, and the girl being rescued had no objections either, but in the thugs' eyes, their opinions were clearly being ignored: putting aside themselves and the girl named Asakura Miyuki, their brother was injured!

"Brother, we can't just let this go. The cops think we didn't handle it properly, but the brothers can't take it lightly!"

The purple-haired punk was sobbing uncontrollably, as if the person lying in the hospital bed was his own brother. But the blond scarred man knew that this kid was forcing him to uphold the code of honor and fight that evil gray-haired guy to the death. If he refused, it was hard to say who would be the leader of this small gang in the future—which thug would be willing to support a boss who was unwilling to stand up for his gang members?

However, they really couldn't beat them...

"Considering the safety of the other brothers, I think it's still necessary to..."

"Don't worry, brother, I have a way to win for sure."

"What do you mean?"

The blond scarred man couldn't understand what the purple-haired punk who was shedding crocodile tears a second ago was trying to say now.

"If our brothers can gain superhuman strength in a short period of time, then killing that gray-haired guy will be a piece of cake."

"Second brother, why don't you put it more clearly?"

"Use this."

The purple-haired punk pulled a syringe emitting a purple glow from his pocket.

"This is a North American special drug that I got from the black market at a high price. There are only three doses in total. As long as we use this, we'll be superhuman for three hours! No matter if it's reinforced concrete or a hail of bullets, with this drug, we're invincible!"

"A North American miracle drug?"

The blond, scarred man looked at the syringe emitting an eerie purple glow with suspicion. Could this be some kind of concoction extracted from nuclear wastewater?

"It's true, brother, you have to believe me! I was skeptical at first too, wondering if such a good medicine really existed. The man in black with the umbrella who sold me the medicine immediately gave some to a white mouse. The mouse, which had been sickly, suddenly became lively and energetic, and even turned purple. But don't worry, it will recover quickly after the effects wear off..."

To the purple-haired punk, the only obvious side effect of this potion was that it temporarily turned him into a purple sweet potato skin, but there was no need to worry, he would recover in a few hours...

Looking at the syringe handed over by the second brother, and glancing at the eager eyes of his younger brothers, the eldest brother sighed silently and took the syringe.

"As expected of the boss! Oh, by the way, boss, why don't we just go straight to the Asakura residence? That gray-haired guy is definitely around there..."

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"I don't really approve of your unchanging style of dressing, Qiong."

"Just pretend I have a lot of identical clothes... and don't even mention buying me any more clothes."

"So, do you think this one looks good?"

"Um……"

For Sora, an inexperienced guy, dating is essentially about buying and carrying things for girls. This being, who is probably a star core spirit, isn't particularly interested in this... When Asakura Miyuki wants to buy clothes, Sora decides to use the tactics he learned from a certain professional writer, a blue-haired gentleman, in his previous life: never say "It looks good, it looks good, it looks good" when a girl likes a piece of clothing, otherwise she will only think that you are just being perfunctory.

Of course, you can try to cheer her up at this point, but if you don't succeed, she'll most likely get upset with you (although Miyuki Asakura wouldn't). If you do succeed, she'll definitely want to go shopping again...

The answer should be...

"generally."

"What about this one?"

"It doesn't look good."

"What about this one?"

"That's fine then."

"Then this—"

"Holy crap, this is so good!"

Well, that way the girl will most likely buy a fourth item of clothing and then stop shopping satisfied... probably.

Regardless, Asakura Miyuki, who had been somewhat misled by psychology, did finish shopping quickly and then dragged him to another shopping mall.

It's late at night, and I've just eaten and don't feel like eating anything else. Amusement parks and similar places are already closed. The only places I can go are shopping malls, supermarkets, arcades, internet cafes, and hotels...

Of course, there was no way that Qiong would take Asakura Miyuki to a hotel or internet cafe. This was partly because he had a relatively high moral standard, and partly because he had seen Kiana...

There was no way around it; the white-furred ball of hair was just too conspicuous in the crowd. Even a beautiful European woman on a street in the Far East at night would attract attention. Qiong had reason to suspect that Asakura Miyuki had already discovered Kiana, but simply didn't say anything or bring it to light...

"Sigh, I'm a little hungry. I never thought that members of the mighty Undying Blade would have to go on missions hungry..."

The woman with gray hair once again voiced her helpless complaint.