Carrying the desserts he had bought from Kuwako, Mizuno walked slowly from the wooden room to the restaurant. The Labor Day Golden Week had arrived. Although the Adachi district was not a tourist area, many people lived here because of the cheap rent. Once the holidays were over, there would be a lot more people who had time to eat.
Moreover, it was so chaotic outside that many people were not in the mood to travel anymore.
"I've really been ripped off."
Mizuno shook his handbag. He had spent three times the normal amount, but he had only bought such a small bag of things. Was it worth so much just to change the appearance of the desserts?
This was a popular product launched by a popular Wakako shop. Before going to the shop, Mizuno had thought that the desserts made by the shop had become popular because of Yummy Delicacy. However, after getting his hands on the desserts, he realized that was not the case.
The reason for its popularity was its appearance. The shop's desserts were cosplays of recent supernatural beings, such as cartoonish versions of Minister Yuriwaku, Chihiro Ku, the one-armed Minister Takeo, and the Black Angel. Every one of them looked charmingly naive.
Mizuno felt that he was really stupid. Why didn't he just turn around and leave when he saw the shop take out the desserts? Or was it because he couldn't do it in public?
"I don't need money, I don't need money … Three days' rent is gone, damn it."
And did they pay for the use of their image?
It was an era where even "The Internationale" had to pay copyright fees. Should he go to Kuwako's shop one day to collect the use of their image when he was short on money?
But Haibu probably liked this kind of cute appearance. So what if he was ripped off?
These desserts were all for Haibu Sha and Erina as a small token of appreciation.
As he jogged along, Mizuno's ears perked up. He turned his head to look at the small park by the road.
Several elementary school age boys were gathered in the small park. The sound of their conversation grew louder and more impassioned. Gradually, it turned into pushing and shoving. However, it was not two sides pushing each other, but four or five people surrounding and shoving one child.
"Hey, didn't I tell you to buy us Kirin? Why did you buy Ito-En? Tokuda, you're so bad."
"So, sorry, but only Ito-En's …"
"Can't you go to a store further away? You used all of our money to buy these few bottles of drinks."
"But it's my money …"
The child named Tokuda was just about to open his mouth to refute when he was strangled by a boy behind him. Mimicking the moves of a Grappler, another brat stepped forward and tripped Tokuda.
"Boom."
There was a splash of sand in the park.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Detian, isn't your money our money?"
The fights between brats in reality were not like the games in Doraemon. Today, Fat Tiger had punched Nobita a few times, but tomorrow, Nobita was just playing around with a futuristic prop that could kill people.
Mizuno, who was watching from outside, narrowed his eyes.
Although Mizuno was afraid of "stirring up trouble", that was only for the entire country. These kids who bullied others, he would punch them one by one.
He clenched his fists. He could not ignore such a small matter.
Carrying the expensive desserts, he strode forward.
The few brats who were bullying others saw Mizuno walking over and stopped in fear.
"Detian, let's go home."
With one hand in his pocket, Mizuno pushed the bullying boy away with his other hand and reached out to stroke Detian's head.
Detian, who had some bruises on his body, looked at the big brother standing next to him in confusion. Who was he?
He did not know him. He really did not know such a handsome person.
However, Mizuno did not care about this child's thoughts. His big hand rubbed the top of Detian's head.
"If you dare to bully my little brother again, each of you will die."
Mizuno pretended to be fierce and threatened the few brats in the small park. "If you dare, don't leave after school. I will break your legs."
"Big brother?" Detian was even more confused.
He did not need to release any crazy illusions. When the few brats saw Mizuno's fierce look, they were so scared that their legs turned to jelly.
One by one, Mizuno stared at them. The brats who were about 1.3 meters tall looked up at the giant-like Mizuno.
Evil ghost, a man who looked like an evil ghost.
He even wanted to beat them, a group of children. It was definitely not a joke. The four or five brats instantly retreated a few steps out of breath.
Shouldn't everyone, including the law, be lenient to their children?
"Come, Detian, let's go home."
It was not until Mizuno pressed Detian's head down and left that these brats heaved a long sigh of relief.
"Oh no, who said that Detian is easy to bully?"
"That's too scary. How would I know that Detian has a big brother? I only know that his family is very poor …"
"We won't bully Detian in the future, right?"
"Then we will go and bully the three villages?"
"Okay, okay."
In the small park, the children's innocent laughter rang out again.
"Thank, thank you …" The child named Detian thanked Mizuno with red eyes. He thought that he would have to go home covered in dust again.
"Let's go."
Mizuno controlled his strength and patted the back of the dumbfounded boy's head. He smiled brightly.
Although it was a bit degrading to deal with a group of brats, it felt good to do something good with a little effort. If he had the ability, he should do something good.
"Thank you, thank you."
The child named Detian first took a few steps and then bowed deeply to Mizuno. Then, he quickly ran away.
"You're welcome. Hurry up and go home."
Carrying the snacks, Mizuno remembered that he should have stuffed some snacks into the child's mouth just now. If he helped the Buddha to the West, he would do good deeds to the end.
"Amitabha."
"Amitabha." A monk stood outside the small park and gently nodded to Mizuno. "Benefactor, you are really kind."
He had just arrived at the side of the park and saw Mizuno's behavior.
Mizuno nodded to the monk. Looking at the sign hanging in front of the monk's chest, Mizuno's expression softened a little.
On the sign was written the slogan "Oppose the amendment of the constitution, oppose the militarization of the country."
The Island nation's monks were the front line of anti-military propaganda. Although it could not be said that every monk was a pacifist, it could be said that the probability of a pacifist appearing among the monks was quite high.
As the situation became more and more severe, the Island nation became more and more urgent in building military forces. However, unlike the previous times when they were clamoring to strengthen their fleets and move towards a normal country, they were now clamoring to build land and air forces. The military posture was obviously biased towards the war on the island. The military news in the past few days was all about the expansion. The bitter face of the Minister of Defense appeared in the media many times.
"Amitabha. If the world is full of people like benefactor … Sigh, it's a paradise on earth."
The monk shook his bald head and was a little emotional. "Nowadays, demons are frequently appearing. Isn't it because of the evil in people's hearts?"
"…"
Mizuno thought for a while. If the world was full of people like him … Did he not want the Earth anymore?