>>3329872
> "Hmmm~? Where's Kenta?"

>>3329872
> "Remember? A week ago, you offered me this opportunity. Happy, girl?~"

>>3329872

> "Remember? A week ago, you offered me this opportunity. Happy, girl?~"

>>3329872
>"Hello, darling! It's been quite a while since we last spoke face to face! Come here and give this old man a hug!"

>>3329872
>"Hello, darling! It's been quite a while since we last spoke face to face! Come here and give this old man a hug!"
Dapper Mode: Online
Cranky Back: Online
Magic Eye: Online
All systems nominal

>>3329872
>"Hello, darling! It's been quite a while since we last spoke face to face! Come here and give this old man a hug!"

>>3329946
>>3329997
>>3330258

"Hello, Darling! It's been quite a while since we last spoke face to face! Come here and give this old man a hug!" Your arms open to embrace Beatrice. She humors you, wrapping around and under your shoulders with a tight hold. You may have felt your spine crack a little.

"Beatrice? I knew that we were going to see Mister Williams, but you could've slowed down. I was swept away by the crowd!" Kenta shows up; sensing the malevolent aura that his wife is exuding, he freezes up like Ana. If he wasn't shivering as much, his build would have been clearly distinguished: average, but the only person who matches your height at 1.8 meters. Different than his meek personality, he holds a youthful visage— if Kenta acted with more assertive confidence, he'd be more in your favor... Nevertheless, he did take up your daughter in marriage; or the reverse, to be more precise. Beatrice's power over the bespectacled boy makes him out to be the woman in the relationship, as comical as it is.

A hum escapes you, furthering the smug air that's brought forth. It pricks at Beatrice in a way that a singular eye twitches, provoked without an explicit word. "It is good to see you... both. But I really want to get settled right away. I'll come— or call, who knows— when I'm done unpacking at my property here. I'll be honest, I never thought that I'd buy a piece of land, let alone two, in Japan."

"Spare me the details," added the businesswoman.

"Hoho~ If you say so. Then I'm off!"

The hand of Ana is taken by yours. Beatrice defies you on it, swiping her right. The girl that's chained between the two of you stands in confusion, going to and fro in a rhythm. Her pupils are swirling at the motion, a picture that's adorable under different contexts.

> Let Beatrice take Ana. You can always come to fetch her.
> Try to keep Ana. Beatrice can just pick her up at the end of the day.
> write-in

>>3330812
> Try to keep Ana. Beatrice can just pick her up at the end of the day.

>>3330812
>"Ana, I have a favour to ask you. The trip here has left me awfully exhausted, and it would be so nice if you came to help me. And before I forget, there's something I want to give you once we're done..."
>Finish with a devilish smirk and a wink, just to convince Ana it's important and prod our daughter a little harder
The best way to win these fights with Beatrice is through Ana.

>>3330812
>> Let Beatrice take Ana. You can always come to fetch her.

>>3330812
> Try to keep Ana. Beatrice can just pick her up at the end of the day.

>>3330834
>>3331033
>>3331182

"Ana, I have a favor to ask you. The trip here has left me awfully exhausted, and it would be so nice if you came along to help. And before I forget, there's something I want to give you once we're done..." A wink is given to the sundress girl, complimented by a devilish smirk that transformed itself from a modest grin. Beatrice sees this as well, her own "pleasant" beam growing in ferocity.

> Roll 1d100 best of three.

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>3331813

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>3331813

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>3331813

>>3331844
>>3331845
>>3331866

Ana gets the hint; you haven't exposed her to magic since the telephone call. That day with the golem encounter and when you burned a flower in front of her was the only episode where she beheld your wizardry. "Mom, I think it's fine for me to come with Grandpa. He is old, you know."

"I think not. He's fine as he is, and I doubt that you can lift a box full of marble figures, or what else he brought with him," was Beatrice's reply.

Kenta raises a brow, nervously. With all the courage he can muster, he extends his reach to touch his wife's shoulder. "We can always pick her up." At the mention of who he's siding with, she rotates her head to him in monstrous conduct. Kenta goes on, despite what he's facing, "Mister Williams would, no doubt, look after her. He means no harm and Ana's raring to go. It's still her break from school, so she has to have some freedom with us."

Beatrice mellows out upon pondering her husband's words; biased to his suggestions. "Okay, Honey~ However," she says, switching back to you, "if something's suspicious going on, or if Ana gets hurt, I'll make up what Mother left unfulfilled and give ya hell. Understand?"

"Yes, yes." Unconcerned, you usher your granddaughter to hide behind your figure. Beatrice lets free of her threatening disposition, joining Kenta respectively. Before she goes off on another tangent, your son-in-law does you mercy and brings her into his chest, replacing the rest of her anger with lovey-dovey joy; purrs induced. Kenta waves goodbye whilst taking your daughter, returning to their house. For a second, you yourself were changed to be angered by his act. But you reckon that it's for the better.


"Grandpa, I've got everything done!~" Most of today's morning and noon was occupied to help you unpack; luckily, your other mansion in Shiyouhama has been prepared in advanced, built within a nearby forest— a thick one at that. Any explorers would have a hard time finding it, as treading through the natural barrier is impossible without knowledge of the right path, a knowledge that you only hold.

Ana twists her ankle childishly, arm held behind her own back as she awaits her award— like how any kid does, excluding her sixteen years of age that would entail better maturity. "S-So... What were you going to give me?"

> Give her a lollipop. You never confirmed her assumptions.
> Give her a whole column of texts. If she willing to learn, then this is a fitting reward.
> write-in

>>3331989
> Give her a lollipop. You never confirmed her assumptions.
>then a magic show

>>3331989
>Give her a whole column of texts. If she willing to learn, then this is a fitting reward
Just nothing too advanced. We want her too learn, not accidentally blow up a neighborhood. Make sure she understands magick is a loaded gun, not a toy to show off for her friends.

>>3331989
> Give her a whole column of texts. If she willing to learn, then this is a fitting reward.
Make sure most, if not all, of the books are on basic theory rather than practical application. She should get to grips with what magic IS before trying anything.

>>3332004
+1

>>3332073
This. Ana is a smart girl, but we don't want to give her more than she can handle. Last thing we need is her opening an infernal portal or some shit because she never learned the basics.

>>3332023
>>3332073
>>3332096

The impact of a huge column colliding with the floor makes Ana jump. In the tall stack are old texts and records made by a myriad of scholars, their pages disheveled and out of place; each cover varies from wood-like to a velvet leather that may or may not been stolen from a cult or two. Regardless of their origin, they're just books of magic's basic theories— if Ana's grades have anything to say about it, it's that she'll get it. Somehow, in one way or another.

Carefully, the golden-haired lass picks out a book from the collection like a game of Jenga. Skimming through the pages piques a profound interest, leading her to read it for a second time— in addition to the rest of them— with a studious mind. Not wanting her legs to go numb, you gentle push her into a chair while you go elsewhere.

> Roll 1d100

>>3332196

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>3332196
Checkem

Rolled 66 (1d100)

>>3332196

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>3332196

>>3332234
>>3332236
>>3332249

Evaluating the carpenters' work upstairs, you go out into the balcony to watch over the mansion's neighbors; the vicinity of the suburbs are separated by a few streets, nevertheless, you're still part of it. Seiun isn't within view: "How does Ana get there..." you wondered.

Traversing down to the latter floors, you revisit the room where you left Ana. The journals are sprawled all around, your granddaughter surrounded at the feet of her chair, knees tucked inwards as she reads. On the table that centers the whole compartment, is a sheet of paper; markings are crudely drawn on it, and in its center is a burnt hole. "You've already gone and done something? Casting fire, I presume?"

Ana straightens her neck, taking notice of you. "U-Uh, yeah!"

> Ask her to replicate the spell. On something less flammable, you may add.
> Ask her to replicate the spell. In a chant instead— she may be better at an aria than drawing circles.
> write-in

>>3332399
> Ask her to replicate the spell. In a chant instead— she may be better at an aria than drawing circles.

>>3332399
>Ask her to replicate the spell. In a chant instead—she may be better at an aria than drawing circles.
She's not a natural Sigil Mage. That's ok.

>>3332399
> Ask her to replicate the spell. In a chant instead— she may be better at an aria than drawing circles.

>>3332399
The fact she displayed basic technique is encouraging at least

>>3332414
>>3332438
>>3332443

"Can you replicate the spell? By chanting, please." Per your request, Ana points out her index finger to begin the process. A small flame is made, levitating just over her pointed digit. Gradually, it grows in volume until you command your granddaughter to dispel it, disappearing when it almost touched the ceiling.

"Sorry! I didn't know that it'd become so big!"

You pat her head. "It's mighty fine. 'Twas your first time chanting. You probably fed the fire too much mana, but that makes me question how you did such. If a caster used the world's supply of magical energy, then the spell's effect would be constant no matter who the person is. He or she would need to conduct more energy into the effect for it to become stronger. Not you, apparently."

"I was supposed to do that?" Ana said, surprised.

"You... didn't?" The teenager shakes her head. Confuzzled, you pick out a journal from an untouched pile, those that Ana has yet to explore. The pages blow a minuscule gust of wind as you flip through; founded, you display its contents to your granddaughter, showing her the instructions of the practice you just spoke of.

In reaction, Ana turns to a previous number in the book that's presently in her hands."It said that I can use my internal supply of energy. Was I not suppose to use that?"

> "Hahaha~! That's even better!"
> "Huh. Then that means you're a huge magic battery..."
> "My internal capacity of mana isn't usable. But you, however, seem to have a gift!"
> write-in

>>3332790
> "My internal capacity of mana isn't usable. But you, however, seem to have a gift!"

>>3332790

> "My internal capacity of mana isn't usable. But you, however, seem to have a gift!"

>>3332790
>My internal capacity of mana isn't usable. But you, however, seem to have a gift!
So her reserves are deep and strong. Thats good to know.

>>3332790
> "My internal capacity of mana isn't usable. But you, however, seem to have a gift!"
Our granddaughter is a natural magical prodigy, perhaps even a chosen one. Suck it, Cateye, you fucking hack.

>>3332933
The Hellacious Highwayman, and his partner in crime, the Ferocious Firefox!

>>3332818
>>3332822
>>3332850
>>3332933

"My internal capacity of mana isn't usable. But you, however, seem to have a gift!"

"I-Is that so? Never would've thought that I had this kind of power... Do you think that I can be like one of those shows? A witch? A magical girl?!" A sparkling countenance upheaves from the depths of Ana's soul.

You ease her down to stifle her excitement. "With enough effort, you could. Though, you're far from those silly animations. Time and discipline, I must remind." Ana stares at her palms, clenching them in a determined gesticulation. Endeared, you stay with her for a while to properly elaborate on magical theory, elucidating most of its core concepts: conjuration and evocation, channeling, and basic spell composition.


The clock elapses enough for Ana's parents to come rolling by. Your whereabouts are distinctive within the neighborhood, Beatrice and Kenta able to pinpoint your location despite having no address to this home. Their faces exhibited amazement of the manor's construction; they knew about a construction project a week prior, but they didn't anticipate that this will be the result.

"Ah, Mom and Dad' is here?" The afternoon sun lit up Ana's locks in a warm flare while she queried.

> Let Ana keep one of the journals for overnight studying.
> Let her go as is. Beatrice would kill you if she knows that you gave her daughter a dodgy book.
> write-in

>>3333092
>quickly write down a few basic cantrips on the inside of the cover of a Classic Novel and give it to Ana. That might make it past Beatrice.

>>3333092
give her a hug and say she cna visit any time she wants to learn more and say that its important to be safe with magic its like throwing loaded guns as in literally throwing loaded guns that can fire anytime and any direction

>>3333092
> Let her go as is. Beatrice would kill you if she knows that you gave her daughter a dodgy book.

>>3333092
>> Let her go as is. Beatrice would kill you if she knows that you gave her daughter a dodgy book.

>>3329872
What city in Japan are we in currently?

>>3333109
This, but why not just give her a piece of paper to hide in her pocket?

>>3333134
made up one by the eastern coast

>>3333139
Because she might demand that Ana empties her pockets? It sounds crazy but it is possible.

>>3333186
You think she'd be that paranoid?

>>3333211
If she's anything like her old man in terms of having a presence then yeah she might have that level of controlling in some areas of Ana's life.

>>3333092
> Let her go as is. Beatrice would kill you if she knows that you gave her daughter a dodgy book.

>>3333092
>Let her go as is. Beatrice would kill you if she knows that you gave her daughter a dodgy book.
She'll know where we live and she's always welcome to come back.

>>3333129
>>3333130
>>3333262
>>3333328

To not leave your daughter waiting, you bid Ana farewell, telling her that she's free to come by at any time. Beatrice walks up the initial steps of your door's porch, inspecting any suspicious deeds that you might've done— to which you deny. Upon the relief that she turns back, you glance at Kenta who waves a small motion. A scoff is let loose, expression placid. Discouraged, he shifts his attention to his daughter, catching the sundress girl into his arms before laying her on the ground again.

The car that they drove in coursed within the villa's huge yard, passing through the gate and into the suburban street; all the while, you look at the vehicle's movement till it's obscured by the block of houses on its first turn. Absence is realized when a breeze invades the enclosed space before you, its howl whispering. Free to yourself, nightfall is patiently awaited so you can see to your second manor.


A path is made in the basement; digging through the unused boxes, you uncover the fitting tools to link your properties together. On the ground, chisel and chalk set at your knees, you complete a giant circle that extends from the left-most wall to the right. You clap your palms to rid them of white dust, cleaning up before activating the countless sigils that engraved by your shoe's soles.

The projected formula delivers you to a forest. If you look behind yourself, you can see the city nearby. Continuing, you make way for the wood's mansion, kept secret by the workers who you hired. The plot is just big enough to encompass the structure, retaining cover beneath the canopy; excluding a part of the roof, leaves pierced by the chimney.

The inside wasn't any different than the first. You brought with you your villain's disguise, setting its case on a laboratory desk. Every item that has been shipped from Britain is where they should be: your clay tablets, Nordic stones, Latin artifacts and so forth.

> Head out and explore Shiyouhama. Maybe run into some of its heroes or vigilantes.
> Make contact with Japan's HL headquarters.
> Magic experimentation.
> write-in

>>3333504
>Magic experimentation.
Think we can look into enchanted weapons and tools?

>>3333504
>> Magic experimentation.
look into programming a golem or something to act as a guard dog

>>3333504
> Magic experimentation.

>>3333543
>>3333568
>>3333573

Although the forested barrier that hides your lair is a maze to get through, the possibility of someone finding this place out should not be glossed over. To prepare for this probability, you make a golem from out of the mansion's dirt; artificial monsters that are crafted from soil— or materials that are just as weak— are usually low tier in terms of a wizard's security, but with enough power put into it, and sufficient programming inside its core, it can be on the same level of those that are made out of stronger metals.

Outside, you dig a moderately sized hole that's just as deep. You exchange a shovel for a big rock, millions of tiny words written into its surfaces. It is to be placed into the hole and buried, followed by a long string of words to "activate" the stone. Doing so, you take three paces backward. The site where you tinkered with upheaves itself into a mound. Then, into a bulky shape of a humanoid; it doesn't possess any features as a living being, as its only a bound mass of dirt, granted with basic intelligence.

You issue an order for it to guard this mansion. The golem drones in a series of low pitches, morphing into the hole that it came from. It'll be ever-present in that spot, attacking anyone that dares approach your laboratory.

> Head out and explore Shiyouhama. Maybe run into one of its heroes.
> Make contact with Japan's HL headquarters.
> Return to your suburban residence and sleep.
> write-in

>>3333851
make more golems one is never enough possibly make a golem to help us with this process like with digging up the dirt

>>3333851
> Head out and explore Shiyouhama. Maybe run into one of its heroes

>>3333851
> Head out and explore Shiyouhama. Maybe run into one of its heroes.

>>3333851
> Head out and explore Shiyouhama. Maybe run into one of its heroes.

>>3333851
>Head out and explore Shiyouhama. Maybe run into one of its heroes
Time to see what it's heroes are made of. I dare one of their heroes to be a cute magical girl with pink polka dotted panties for that extra amount of "I'm too old for this shite".

>>3333895
>>3333896
>>3333933
>>3334238
> Roll 1d100

Will our encounter be a mysterious heroine? Or a hero of justice?

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>3334551

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>3334551

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>3334551

>>3334594
>>3334607
>>3334623

Assured that your territory is safely protected, you venture into a new, foreign sea of light. The core of Shiyouhama is lively at any hour, so says Ana. And it seems to be true with how active each member of the populace is throughout the city, near the port or not. Lesser buildings are overtaken by goliath-sized towers, making it harder to trail across the rooftops. Nonetheless, the obstruction is a great game for a bored man like you, weaving in and out of steel beams and pillars. The cover of night is unchanged, a standard that you're thankful for.

"Stop there!" Abiding by the voice's command, you come face to face with a ninja. Her uniform blends into the surrounding area, but unlike Cateye— whose palette is a plain, unintelligent black— the specimen's dark-blue coloration makes it hard to see. The only article of her outfit that can be easily seen is her bandages, wrapped at the ankles, up the fingers, and her... chest, you think. It's flat— a boy if your assumption is right.

"A kunoichi?" you guessed, barely versed in Japan's culture, let alone the correct terms that apply to this personage.

"... You're not from around here, are you?" she or... he questioned, his tone now faint; you have to concentrate at the ears to hear him.

> Stay silent.
> "I'm just touring the downtown area. What I'm going to with that knowledge is up for you to decide, though."
> "Are you a boy or a girl? Your voice is too low, besides from your first call, and you seem to lack a rack."
> write-in

>>3334785
> "Are you a boy or a girl? Your voice is too low, besides from your first call, and you seem to lack a rack."

>>3334785
> "Are you a boy or a girl? Your voice is too low, besides from your first call, and you seem to lack a rack."

>>3334785
> "Are you a boy or a girl? Your voice is too low, besides from your first call, and you seem to lack a rack."

>>3334785
>> "Are you a boy or a girl? Your voice is too low, besides from your first call, and you seem to lack a rack."

>>3334785
> "Are you a boy or a girl? Your voice is too low, besides from your first call, and you seem to lack a rack."

>>3334810
>>3334825
>>3334906
>>3334923
>>3335013

"Are you a boy or a girl? Your voice is too low, besides from your first call, and you seem to lack a rack." The ninja goes silent, in turn, as do you. The air tenses up, your singular company registering your inquiry at a slug's pace— absolutely stupefied. She pats her chest; a loud growl of frustration is sounded from her upon feeling nothing but two undefined mounds that stack up to sheer flatness.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?! I'm a woman! A girl! A pair of useless mammaries means nothing!!!" You must've cracked at her pride, as she's persuaded to attack you. Tears stream from the kunoichi's eyes, wiping them away after you dodged her daggers' blades. What appeared to be a serious bout develops into a female's fight for retribution, edged tools flying through the air for they are to harm her provoker. "Stay still! I mustn't leave you alive!"

"Why's that, Lassie?" you return, accompanying it with a tease. "The smaller the being the greater its irritability, it seems~"

"Argh! Shut up!"

> Disengage from her.
> Cast a spell.
> write-in

>>3335468
> Cast a spell.
Preferably a binding spell. Then while she's disabled, say
>"You know, I have some knowledge of engorging charms as well. Perhaps I could offer you a small service while you're struggling there? Well, it'd be a big service, or at least a bigger service than your current service."

>>3335468
Backing this >>3335872 Also add that she is wonderful as she is, in all seriousness and we are sorry for such a statement we're senile.

>>3335468
Supporting >>3335872

>>3335468
> Cast a spell.
>>3335967
Nah.

>>3335872
>>3335967
>>3336579
>>3336587

You tap the end of your cane onto the ground. The kunoichi's surprised expression tells you that she doesn't know about magic, which is fine. Or even better, you'd say.

The cement from under her latches onto the feet and wrists. Seeing that she's shackled, you move to her without the burden of worry.

"How do you like the trick?" you say to the caught specimen, but it results into nothing. She ignores your pleasantry, trying to break the restriction that's put upon her. "I see. No, I understand~ I wouldn't be as cooperative if I was in your situation," tapping your cane on her forehead playfully, "But, I have my ways for you to talk..." You wave globule of fire near her face; the kunoichi doesn't steer.

"Do it, you demon! Becoming scarred is better than withstanding this dishonor!"

Amused, you put away the flame for a different approach. Her determined stare swiftly progresses into bewilderment, fearing something even crueler. "You know, I have some knowledge of engorging charm as well. Perhaps, I could offer you a small service while you're struggling? Well, it'd be a big service, or at least a bigger service than your current service."

"What?"

"You heard me right, Ma'am. Don't fool yourself."

"..."

> Convince her more but add a price.
> Convince her with no loose ends.
> Leave her to make a decision right then and there.
> write-in

>>3336797
> Convince her with no loose ends.
Let's get a friend! Don't lay it on too thickly, though. Just make it a simple choice, like choosing between apples or pears.

>>3336797
> Convince her with no loose ends.

>>3336797
>Start giggling like mad at her expression.

>>3336840
>>3337015

"It's not that hard of a choice, Miss. You're already thinking about it, so you might as well come to a conclusion soon. The possibility of full womanhood is right in front of you; of course, I have no say in your own matters, but this is an opportunity nonetheless."

The tightly-clothed woman speaks out in utterances, finally articulating a comprehensible answer. "I-I don't need 'em!"

"Do you?— Cause that answer of yours is quite unsure. You may need them to be kept small since you rely on your agility, a little deduction after our brief scuffle. Though, I just happen to have some sort of odd sense that you're interested... Tell you what. We meet here at the same time tomorrow night, yes? If you really never wanted a proud rack, then you'll just avoid the appointment for something else that's better worth your while."

Your captured friend is stunned, long quitting her struggle for freedom. Opposed by a personal dilemma, the offer bounces around in her head, unable to be discerned as trickery or truth.

By simply observing how her eyes wander, you get the memo. It doesn't take a lot to foresee her decision on this, especially with a personality like hers: explosive and manipulatable. Not that you have an ulterior motive to control her.

> Give her your last message before departing. "write-in"
> Say nothing, undo her constraints, and leave.
> write-in

>>3336797
>Convince her with no loose ends.

>>3337362
> Give her your last message before departing. "write-in"
>"Well, I have to go now. I'm getting on in years, see, and I get tired more easily than when I was a young man. I'll see you when I see you."

>>3337362

> Give her your last message before departing. "write-in"
>Have a good day Ma'am, and again I apologize for any troubles here. See you tommorrow~

>>3337406
Supporting. I really want to see what stuff we can do for base defence.

>>3337406
>>3337459
>>3337462

"Well, I have to go now. I'm getting on in years, see. And I get tired more easily than I was a young man. I'll see you when I see you. Have a good night."

Leaving, the kunoichi picks up her voice, a mix of threats and pleads following you. Feeling sorry for the woman, you release her, but not until you're at a safe distance.

Alone, she takes advantage of this recess to contemplate her choices thoroughly, free from the humiliation that you inspired. "... Wh-Who needs such a thing. Right?" consequently patting her chest again out of self-pity.


Mornings dawns. You have exacted your daily rituals, reclining into a lavish armchair in the second floor's parlor. A hot kettle full of tea and a supplementary cup sitting on a stand, ready for your expense, Ana's attendance is awaited.

> Roll 1d100

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>3337570

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>3337570

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>3337570
Mysterious roll? Always good!

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>3337570
WEW

>>3337607
WEW

>>3337582
>>3337601
>>3337604

Down the street where your mansion ended, you see Ana being accompanied by two other kids her age. A soft-eyed boy and a common, black-haired girl; the former towered over both members. Squinting your eyes at the granddaughter details a guilty look.

Meeting them at the gate, you let Ana pass, asking the other two of their identities. "Who are you, and what is your relationship with my grandchild?"

The black-haired girl steps up to greet you, the boy mimicking the action. "Pleased to meet you~ I am Nakahara Hiroko. This is Morishima Katsuo."

"They were surprised that I came back from Britain so early, Grandpa. And I thought to introduce my friends to you when I had the chance," Ana mentions. "I hope it isn't too much trouble."

> "It's fine, Dear! Come in, come in~"
> "Take Hiroko, Ana. I'll acquaint myself with Katsuo before going inside. As men."
> "Take Katsuo, Ana. I'll need to talk with Hiroko for a bit since she seems nice."
> write-in

>>3337746
>"It's fine, Dear! Come in, come in~"

>>3337746
> "It's fine, Dear! Come in, come in~"
Let's not choose options 2 or 3, Ana gets enough of that crap from Beatrice.

>>3337746
> "Take Hiroko, Ana. I'll acquaint myself with Katsuo before going inside. As men."

>neither of you are bloody ninjas right?

>>3337746
> "Take Hiroko, Ana. I'll acquaint myself with Katsuo before going inside. As men."

We need to know. Does he have a spine? Can't let it happen twice in a row now.

>>3337746
> "Take Hiroko, Ana. I'll acquaint myself with Katsuo before going inside. As men."

>>3337746
>"It's fine, Dear! Come in, come in~"
>Take Ana aside for a minute to let her know that while it's fine to bring friends, it'll be preferred that we're given a heads up in advance so we can entertain more than one guest.
I mean she is our granddaughter after all, some politeness should suffice.

>>3337746
> "Take Hiroko, Ana. I'll acquaint myself with Katsuo before going inside. As men."

>>3337746
>it's fine dear, come in, come in!
Dapper grandpa mode engage!

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>3337760
>>3337774
>>3337826
>>3337920

>>3337781
>>3337799
>>3337807
>>3337854

>>3338261

Minding the grandaughter's explanation, you let this slide with a little warning. "It's fine to bring friends," you said, in a whisper, "But I prefer it if you gave me a heads up in advance so I can entertain more than one guest."

"I thought so. Haha," laughing sheepishly while fanning herself with the skirt of her white dress— hair fashioned into two golden buns. "I just brought them on the spot, thinking that'll clear things up."

"It's fine, Dear. Come in, come in~" now allowing her friends to enter, alertness slightly slackened.

Returning to the parlor, you lend Nakahara and Ana seats; your grip on Morishima's shoulder was a tad too tight when ushering him to his, suspicious of the boy's purpose here. Though, it'd be rude to bring your misgivings into reality; the girl that introduced him wouldn't be so pleased.

"We heard all of the commotions about a construction project, but this is on another level. It's straight out of Europe!" Nakahara remarked.

"Yeah. The fact that this is owned by Hamasaki's grandfather is awesome, too!" Morishima, agreeing with the proper girl; the way that she talks, walks, and dresses are not of common birth. Your split-second opinion is proven wrong by her mannerisms.

"Ana did say that her school's high-class, didn't she? Maybe that's why," you reminisced.

> Test Morishima. If he's aiming for that kind of relationship with Ana, then you will need to be vigilant! You don't want her to end up like Beatrice!— In spite of how happy her mother is with Kenta.
> Enquire Nakahara about her family. Or how she is in general.
> write-in

>>3338358
> Test Morishima. If he's aiming for that kind of relationship with Ana, then you will need to be vigilant! You don't want her to end up like Beatrice!
If some jap manlet fag wants to pollute our bloodline again they better be fucking top tier.

>>3338363
> Test Morishima. If he's aiming for that kind of relationship with Ana, then you will need to be vigilant! You don't want her to end up like Beatrice!

>>3338363
>> Enquire Nakahara about her family. Or how she is in general.

>>3338363
> Test Morishima. If he's aiming for that kind of relationship with Ana, then you will need to be vigilant! You don't want her to end up like Beatrice!— In spite of how happy her mother is with Kenta.

>>3338363

> Test Morishima. If he's aiming for that kind of relationship with Ana, then you will need to be vigilant! You don't want her to end up like Beatrice!

>>3338363
>Test Morishima. If he's aiming for that kind of relationship with Ana, then you will need to be vigilant! You don't want her to end up like Beatrice!
Oh a shotgun, a shotgun! Our kingdom for a shotgun!

>>3338370
>>3338375
>>3338419
>>3338504
>>3338567

While the young ladies are preoccupied, you go over to Morishima for a bit of small talk. "Your name is Morishima Katsuo, no?" you spoke, standing over him at his left side.

"Yeah?" he says, nodding.

"I just greeted him and he's this intimidated?" you thought, overexaggerating the teenage boy's reaction. But what is an exaggeration to a grandfather who cares for his child? You need to test him! One Jap has sullied your bloodline once, and you won't let it happen for a second time!

> Ask how he feels about Ana.
> Lead him to somewhere remote.
> Orchestrate an "accident."
> write-in

>>3338363
> Test Morishima. If he's aiming for that kind of relationship with Ana, then you will need to be vigilant! You don't want her to end up like Beatrice!

>Be Grandpa
>Lost wife
>Spoil daughter
>Fought in the war against the Japs
>Country losses against the weeb nation
>Daughter falls for one
>Is spineless
>Upset that we're against it
>Accuses us of not knowing hard work
>Delusional enough to think our arguments is friendly banter
>Still trying to be dapper

To be this man is to suffer and hold our head high anons.

>>3338729

> Lead him to somewhere remote.

>>3338729
> Lead him to somewhere remote.
Then
> Ask how he feels about Ana.

Does he have the balls to admit it? Assuming he has feelings in the first place of course.

>>3338729
>>3338737
second

>>3338729
>>3338737
Supporting

>>3338737
support

>>3338736
>>3338737
>>3338756
>>3338792
>>3338822

"Could you follow me? I don't want our own conversation to intrude on theirs, you know."

Morishima looks to Ana and then to Nakahara. "Sure, I don't see why."

"Thank you," a metaphorical, ominous gloom covering the upper half of your visage. Subtly, he swallows his throat, unable to go back on his word.

Telling Ana that you're going somewhere for not too long, you take Morishima to a remote room in the mansion. Its walls just so happen to be decorated with ancestral armaments: muskets, bayonets, rapiers, and all that a high man of birth wields. This is where you keep a handgun for safety reasons; however, you won't be needing it. Yet.

Your finger glides across a glass case, storing a collection of swords. "About my granddaughter, Ana..."

"Is something wrong, Mister, uh..." Morishima

"Yohsef A. Williams."

"Oh. Uh— Is something wrong, Mister Williams?" the young man says, the absence of your address rectified.

"Somewhat. As I was saying, about my granddaughter... Do you, perchance, have feelings for her? A love?"

"H-Huh?!" Unexpecting this kind of speech from you, Morishima recomposes himself with a still visible blush. "Why'd you say that, Mister?"

The Japanese sort isn't difficult to fluster, but you have to dig deeper to know if this is just a general response or a signal of unrequited adoration. That doesn't stop you from thinking: "What a wolf!"

> "It's a yes or no question, Boy."
> "If you, for some unknown, unspecifiable reason, go on a date with her, where would you take her?"
> "What would you do if you were alone with her? Maybe in a comfortable, dim room with extra bedding?"
> write-in

>>3338840
> "If you, for some unknown, unspecifiable reason, go on a date with her, where would you take her?"

>>3338840
> "If you, for some unknown, unspecifiable reason, go on a date with her, where would you take her?"

>>3338840
> "It's a yes or no question, Boy."
> "If you, for some unknown, unspecifiable reason, go on a date with her, where would you take her?"

>>3338840
> "If you, for some unknown, unspecifiable reason, go on a date with her, where would you take her?"

>>3338840
> "It's a yes or no question, Boy."
> "If you, for some unknown, unspecifiable reason, go on a date with her, where would you take her?"
We really should make a sign that has the words "Stop being dumb" scrawled on the front.

>>3338848
>>3338850
>>3338855
>>3338884
>>3339155

"If you, for some unknown, unspecifiable reason go on a date with Ana, where would you take her?"

"That's a bit too much to ask," Morishima says, off-put by the query's intimacy. Nevertheless, he sheds the hesitant pause after receiving an urging scowl; you revert to a calmer disposition upon his recommence. "The theme park in the city is where I'll take her if your given situation does occur... My parents went on their first date there, so I'd kinda want to obtain the same sort of happiness, I-I guess," Unraveling his reasons in a straight tone, the young man keeps himself together, disregarding the increasing waves of embarrassment within.

>Roll 1d100

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>3339287
HHMMMM

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>3339287

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>3339287

>>3339342
Huh. Topical.

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>3339287
The boy is willing to take a relationship seriously. Ok, so far so good.

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>3339287
Ferris Wheels. That is all.

>>3339294
>>3339296
>>3339342

While Morishima's arrested by the silence that you passively put over him, you look to the room's door to see if anyone's peeping on the exchange. There is no result at the second's inspection, only pervading peace; thereafter, such peace is broken.

Your prisoner perks up upon returning to him, cooled down before his internal temperature rises again by your gaze.

> Wander the room, "accidentally" setting of a crossbow after loading it. You won't directly him, just to test his reflexive worth.
> "Name one fact about Ana that either I or you only know about. That is if you're attentive enough towards her~"
> "Do you have other friends? What is the ratio from male to female..."
> write-in

>>3339687
> "Name one fact about Ana that either I or you only know about. That is if you're attentive enough towards her~"
Or
> Wander the room, "accidentally" setting of a crossbow after loading it. You won't directly him, just to test his reflexive worth.

I'm fine with either.

>>3339687
> "Name one fact about Ana that either I or you only know about. That is if you're attentive enough towards her~"

>"Hmm, I see. It's nice to see young people still care about the important parts of a relationship in this day and age. Still, that's just hypothetical. I'm glad my granddaughter has such a considerate friend."
Guys, I think we might be jumping to conclusions here. It's possible to have friendships with people of the opposite sex without romantic feelings, and we're assuming Ana even wants to reciprocate whatever feelings Morishima has. We're just being suffocating if we continue being so threatening.

>>3339814
No

>>3339687
>Ask him about his hobbies.
Lay off the guy. At the very least he doesn't seem like a Kenta-tier loser

>>3339814
Seconding this.

>>3339828
>>3339814
Supporting
We can always brutalize him later.

>>3339814
supporting

>>3339687
> "Name one fact about Ana that either I or you only know about. That is if you're attentive enough towards her~"

>>3339828
This is the best choice. Going for the crossbow straight away is dumb despite the risk of the dreaded FERRIS WHEEL

>>3339687
Backing
>>3339955

>>3339687
> "Name one fact about Ana that either I or you only know about. That is if you're attentive enough towards her~"

>>3339687
> "Do you have other friends? What is the ratio from male to female..."
we've read some of their literature whilst studying the mystical arts and we cannot allow Ana to be manipulated into this Japs harem

>>3339814
are you implying our granddaughter is a faghag???

>>3339730
>>3339743
>>3339955
>>3340125
>>3340547

>Roll 2d100

Rolled 91, 72 = 163 (2d100)

>>3341198

Rolled 53, 96 = 149 (2d100)

>>3341198
wew

Rolled 46, 38 = 84 (2d100)

>>3341198

>>3341209
>>3341214
>>3341221

"Name one fact about Ana that either you or I only know about. That is if you're attentive enough towards her~" you say with a grin.

"Does that mean, like, personal? Or something else?"

"Anything that you can think of, be it too personal or starkly general. But you'll have to pick carefully still. Depending on what you choose, I'll... I'll leave that to your own imagination."

Morishima spends more time pondering on the topic than he did for the last; one arm's standing on top of the other— the left laid horizontally and over his chest— for the edge of his right palm to overlap his lips. "Her..." his face contorts into reluctance by which conveying his rejoin is laborious, "hips are noticeably wider than the rest of the girls in the school if I look under. J-Just by a handful of centimeters!"

> "So you've peeked under her skirt before?!"
> "That's it! To the chopping block, you go!"
> "Tell me, Boy. I know that I specifically asked for it, but I how did you come to acknowledge that?"
> write-in

>>3341363
> "Tell me, Boy. I know that I specifically asked for it, but I how did you come to acknowledge that?"

>>3341363
> "Tell me, Boy. I know that I specifically asked for it, but I how did you come to acknowledge that?"

>>3341363
>> "Tell me, Boy. I know that I specifically asked for it, but I how did you come to acknowledge that?"

>>3341384
>>3341411
>>3341463

"Tell me, Boy. I know that I specifically asked for it, but how did you come to acknowledge that?"

"U-Um. All I can say is that many shenanigans go on at school. It's, it's pretty funny if you're in my shoes, hahaha!" attempting to replace his shame with a forced fit of laughter. "I get kicked around more than I can count. It's something to expect when you're always tumbling down floors or stairs! Hahaha~!"

Deadpan air petrifies you and the teenage boy. Disturbing the repose, you lean into him with a less than pleased expression. "It seems that I cannot let you near Ana. Who knows what will happen when she's left with a pervert like you," brooding in between your breaths.

"I didn't mean to come off like that," arms raised in a protective, yet yielding guard. "We're good friends. Disconnecting me from her is, I don't know— disruptive to her life?"

> Sigh and exit the room.
> Tell him to run. You're a good sport for those slower than you.
> write-in

>>3341479
> Tell him to run. You're a good sport for those slower than you.

>>3341479
>Start running, you have till the count of 10 before I catch you.

>>3341479
>Start running, you have till the count of 10 before I catch you.

>>3341479
>Start running, you have till the count of 10 before I catch you.
>Internally make an explanation for Ana on why we spooked the lad into running like a bat out of hell while looking like a innocently concerned grandfather.

>>3341481
>>3341490
>>3341518
>>3341650

"Start running. You have until the count of ten before I catch you," exacting yourself thereafter. If he's as slapstick as he says to be, then the chase will be fun for you; a plus, while you dish out justice for granddaughter. Internally, you fabricate a precautionary explanation if Ana calls your behavior into question: "Any granddaughter of mine shall not fall prey to the lust of men! This is out of concern for her well-being, and to keep her on the right track. The household's women are reputable for their beauty, childbearing hips are another buxom aspect; my role as the proper man is to avert unfit partners, to which I failed once!"

Morishima has wasted four seconds trying to make sense of your statement. On the fifth, he approaches the room's door and into the hall. Instantly, his foot touching the corridor's floor, he turns tail. "And I thought my sister was more of a problem with this!" he mutters without your presence, dashing down the paths.

Enacting a sprinter's pose and motion, you quickly catch up to Morishima. Your game grants you the attention of Ana and Nakahara; they crack open their door, seeing everything in action when you and your target pass by.

"Grandpa?!" cries Ana, "What are you doing?!" However, you have dived too far into the mansion's body for you to recognize her.

"Should I be worried?" Nakahara asks.

"Do you care about Morishima?"

"It would certainly be troublesome for him to get injured by this. It's my responsibility to issue punishment to my club members. Letting the elderly do that in my stead is shameful for me."

Ana's brow elevates an inch, setting itself to its original placement upon further urgency. "I wouldn't want him to get hurt in any way, I agree. Though, standing here won't prevent the end of his life! Come, hurry!"


"What's with this house?! It's like a maze!" shouts Morishima.

"It may seem so. But to the coordinated and organized, a thousand rooms are as simple as the common amount. Why don't you give up and surrender yourself? With all this running, a young'un will no doubt be tired."

"Haha! Believe it or not, I'm the faster runner in all of Seiun! Granted, I need some motivation to get me going: for example, right now..."

> Throw something at Morishima.
> Continue chasing after him.
> Stop and rest. You'll think of a proper alternative for his actions.
> write-in

>>3341678
> Continue chasing after him.
>Well then young man, Be prepared for I've beaten far faster folks in my prime!

>>3341678
> Continue chasing after him.
>Well then young man, Be prepared for I've beaten far faster folks in my prime!

>>3341678
> Continue chasing after him.
>Well then young man, Be prepared for I've beaten far faster folks in my prime!

>>3341678
> Continue chasing after him.
> Well then young man, Be prepared for I've beaten far faster folks in my prime!
>Attempt to herd the man into a oneway room.

>>3341693
>>3341719
>>3341724
>>3341749

"Well then, young man, be prepared. For I've beaten far faster folks in my prime! Not to mention boot camp and the moments where I assaulted your homeland's coast!"

"Do you have some kind of grudge?! I don't understand what you're saying!"

"More or less, yes! But don't hold it against me. The old are stuck in the past."

Distances are made; Morishima fights a figurative battle with the laws of physics to maintain, and or pick up, speed. As a person who hasn't participated in events that strike the heart with fear, the constant danger behind him teaches the lesson of self-preservation thoroughly. Strides are made in his enrichment as a man. Regardless, you fasten your resolve to finish up this race.

Splitting off from the teenager, you aim to herd him to an isolated zone. He sighs in relief upon your disappearances, however, cut short when you reappear in a different direction. The strategy worked smoothly, cornering him in the study.

Your spirit emitted visions of fates unsaid for Morishima, pressing himself on a bookshelf for the illusion of refuge. At arms reach, you begin to extend yourself, all while holding a haunting royalty.

"Technique of the four devas of heaven: Golden Blade of Rightful Cause! Cho~p!' Out of nowhere, Ana lands a blow at your head. That skill is limited to her mother, explicitly banned no matter the use! Did Beatrice mentor her on such a powerful art?! How could she!

Nakahara joins in, pulling Morishima to safety by the ear. He grunts when the tip of her flats pierced his torso.

> "A-Ana?! Did your mother teach you such a dangerous head-chop?!"
> "I forgot how you can manipulate your presence. My encouragement backfired!"
> "Dear, has this wolf been assaulting you? He has admitted to looking up your skirt!"
> write-in

>>3341918
> "Dear, has this wolf been assaulting you? He has admitted to looking up your skirt!"

>>3341918
> "I forgot how you can manipulate your presence. My encouragement backfired!"
I'd add in something more like a quip about in a less controlled situation with more brutally inclined people this would have gone more horribly. And leave the implication up in the air. And then return to getting food from the kitchen for our little get together for everyone.

We'll talk to Ana about the boy later.

>>3341918
> "Dear, has this wolf been assaulting you? He has admitted to looking up your skirt!"

>>3341918
> "I forgot how you can manipulate your presence. My encouragement backfired!"
You realise that we all just harassed our granddaughter's friend and likely pissed her off greatly, causing her to dislike us, right?

>>3341918
>"I forgot how you can manipulate your presence. My encouragement backfired!"
>>3342077
She already knows that this is actually non-lethal, her father has already went through shenanigans like these far too many times to count.

>>3341918
>"I forgot how you can manipulate your presence. My encouragement backfired! "

>>3341918
> "Dear, has this wolf been assaulting you? He has admitted to looking up your skirt"
if we're going down he's going down with us

>>3341918
> "Dear, has this wolf been assaulting you? He has admitted to looking up your skirt!"
And i was not planning to do trial by wolf yet i just wanted to see what that jap can do

>>3342077
He's clearly a threat to our dear Ana, Nakahara wouldn't have sided with us otherwise.

>>3341918
> "A-Ana?! Did your mother teach you such a dangerous head-chop?!"

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>3341928
>>3341985
>>3342622
>>3342624

>>3341936
>>3342077
>>3342476
>>3342548

>>3343217

"I forgot how you can manipulate your presence. My encouragement backfired!"

"Grandpa, scaring Morishima like that isn't good! Nakahara already does that job for you when we're at Seiun!" Demanding that you take a seat on the ground, she goes on to scold you of your behavior just then. Fingers are wagged, empty threats were made that concerned Beatrice, and lastly, reconciliation.

Given permission to stand on your own two legs, you entertain the guest with a quip about a less than controlled situation with more brutally inclined persons; "Things could've been horrible if fate when that way. It would've gone horribly," you said. In haste, you remove yourself from the study and towards the kitchen.

"I will have to refuse your generosity, Mister Williams," Nakahara, declining your offer of snacks. She reasons that Morishima needs to be taken somewhere to recover. That, or she's going to interrogate him on how your chase developed. Saddened, you and Ana stroll beside her until she's outside the front doors, saying goodbye to your daughter before exiting the gates. The way Nakahara dragged Morishima deprived you of empathy for his state. At least Ana isn't that rough with you when a mishap occurs...


That'll be the all for this thread. I appreciate your time here.

>>3343273
Thanks for the run boss

>>3343273
good run