Metoya Translation

Shirou Lashes Out

It is a bustling district. The time is night, the busiest time slot. Under the flashing neon signs, numerous passersby are coming and going.

Among them, there was one girl who was exceptionally tall compared to those around her.

It is Shiro.

Shiro was wandering the streets aimlessly. She has no destination. It is just that she felt uncontrollably irritated staying at home, so she came to get some fresh air.

If one were to ask why she is irritated, it is because she just made a big mistake. The highly skilled player with a ghost-like appearance, Yuki—she was supposed to bring her over to her side, but instead, it resulted in hostility. Shiro was of a personality to forget most failures immediately, but this alone is a blunder she cannot regret enough no matter how much she regrets. Even if she tries to shake it off, the unpleasantness wells up one after another and she cannot help it. If there is a place where she can vent this irritation, she would do so right now—she was in such a dangerous mood.

While walking the city in such a mood, Shiro's feet stopped.

There was a "Road Closed" sign.

"............"

Shiro raised one leg.

She aimed her toe at that sign but—she left it at that. This irritation is not something that will clear up even if she vents it on objects. Even if she kicks away a sign or something, it is only empty.

Shiro avoided the sign and resumed her stroll. As she was moving around aimlessly for a while—

This time, an ugly stray cat rubbed against Shiro's leg.

"............"

Shiro glared at that cat.

However, she left it at that. Shiro is not an animal lover. She isn't, but she thought humans who take it out on animals are the lowest scum. She has no intention of falling that far as a human.

Shiro gently shooed away the stray cat and started walking. As she was walking aimlessly again—

This time, she bumped into a man drunk on alcohol.

"Ouch..."

The man says.

Shiro quickly observed the man's figure. A young man in his twenties. He is dressed in a flashy style. He is not alone, but is accompanied by young men dressed in similar styles, one on his right and one on his left. Three in total.

"Geez, watch where you're going..."

With a drunk face, the man glared at Shiro.

"............"

Shiro does not answer anything.

"Huh?"

Another man says.

"I thought it was a man, but if you look closely, isn't it a girl?"

"Eh?"

"Ah, it's true."

The men's gazes concentrated on Shiro. At the dirty gazes, Shiro turned her face away.

"Heh, looking closely, she's quite a beauty."

"Hey, you, want to go for a second round with us now? We haven't had enough to drink yet."