(Sutamai) Character Main Story - KUJO HOUSEHOLD, Prologue
-Kujo Household: Living Room-
Kujo: It would appear that the NCD have got hold of the narcotics tolerance.
From the looks of it, the time of their official employment is soon approaching.
Kirishima: Sweet, so all I gotta do is kick their ass, right!
Kaname: How did you even come to that conclusion?
Miyase: Still, someone with a narcotics tolerance, huh…
The times may be on the move.
Shindo: *Scoffs* It’s probably just a load of bull either way.
Kujo: Are you still doubting it?
It’s intel from a credible source though?
Shindo: I won’t believe it until I see it with my very own eyes.
In a world this tainted, the ones who blindly believe are the ones who die off first.
The only thing you can trust is yourself and money.
Kaname: Well, I guess in the end, humans are meant to be on their own.
Kirishima: That aside, you guys hungry?
Enough with the messy mumbo-jumbo talk, and let’s have lunch.
Shindo: …
1.2.
-Kujo Household: Living Room-
Shindo: …
Miyase: Haha. Well then, I’ll go and prepare lunch.
Kujo: If you could.
Kirishima: Oh yeah, I’m up for some grilled meat.
Kaname: Wait, that’s just gonna turn out with all of us having grilled meat without any say in the matter.
Shindo: I’ll take a salmon rice ball.
Kujo: For me, make it liver.
And on top of that, some liver, and liver…
And more liver!
Kaname: … We really are too carefree.
Actually, will you be okay with all that by yourself, Go-san?
Shindo: Not like there’s anything we can do. The best cook here is Miyase.
Kirishima: Haha! That’s ‘cause you burn everything, man!
Shindo: Weren’t you going to grill up an entire cow?
Kirishima: Huh?
There’s no way one cow is gonna be enough when there’s five people, dude.
Kujo: …
… Go.
Miyase: Understood.
Miyase quietly left the room all the while letting out a small laugh.
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The peculiar master-and-servant relationship that paved the way for the people of the “Kujo Household”.
These men were rumoured to be “criminals” in the world, and I was to gradually learn of their inner selves that they kept hidden.
