"...So, the person we're about to meet is our 'master' and our 'target,' then?"

His voice was low and laced with irritation.

He walked with a rough, swaggering stride, his legs exposed beneath the skirt. His fierce expression paired with the girlish attire created a chilling sense of incongruity.

"Ha, damn it! Why the hell did the Boss give us an order like this?"

He gently held the hem of his ankle-length skirt to keep from tripping. Unlike the girl beside him who radiated a delinquent aura, his posture was almost elegant.

"I agree. Admiring Chuuya in a maid outfit is the only merit of this mission, but even that is starting to get nauseating."

However, he also wore a dissatisfied expression, the clicking of his heels rhythmic.

He glanced at Dazai and his face contorted in blatant disgust.

"Aang? Remember that you're no walk in the park either, 'Osami.' I feel like the food I ate yesterday is about to come back up."

"It would be wonderful if 'Chua's' face were covered in vomit." "...I'll kill you."