Great Sage, Equal to Heaven and Above Brockton Chapter 9 Preview
Added 2024-12-14 16:28:40 +0000 UTCPeizhi Luo thought that he could get used to his houseguest. That, despite the talking monkey-man barging into his life from out of nowhere, he could maintain some semblance of normalcy in his daily life. Yes, he knew he was hosting a cape, and yes, everyone knew they got into trouble one way or another, but he imagined something more along the lines of beating up gangsters or joining the PRT. And that it would happen far away from his shop where it wouldn’t get destroyed. He didn’t trust the supposed magic circle yet and had little desire to test it.
Sure, he got into a fight with Glory Girl - he had to clamp down on his lips every time he saw her on the news - but after the self-proclaimed Sun Wukong had agreed to lay low, he’d thought he’d reached a breakthrough. He still felt like walking on eggshells whenever he was around, but the monkey-man didn’t strike him as a bad sort.
Then his public thrashing of the ABB went viral and he felt his heart almost give out, which shouldn’t happen since he was barely 40! Still, Wukong promised not to draw any attention to his store, and realistically he knew he had no options when it came to stopping the monkey. Since then he was spotted around the Asian district, popping in and out of food stores and trying every conceivable snack, drink and junk food they had in stock. Peizhi almost asked if they were handouts or if Wukong actually paid for them, but he held his tongue. Besides, everyone on social media was making jokes at him and not freaking out, so it wasn’t that bad, right?
Looking back, Peizhi cursed his past self to the deepest hells for even thinking such naive thoughts.
“You fought LUNG!?”
The monkey-cape paused writing in the notepad and stared at him, tilting his head. “Lung…yes, that was his name. He doesn’t even know how to pronounce what he imitates properly.”
The strangled animal in Peizhi’s throat crooned as the man slumped on the counter, his eyes rapidly twitching. “H-how-when-wh-WHAT!? HOW DID-” his eyes darted to the door to make sure it was closed. “How did that even happen!?”
Wukong hummed and lifted his chin, tapping it with the brush… that he made from his hair. Yes, as if that was the most glaring issue right now. “Well, I was busy munching on this delicious new snack of dried bananas a kind vendor offered me when I heard this blustering wind blowing down the streets of this fair city, calling out my name. I swing over and see a half-naked man with pitiful shrimps and crabs threatening to immolate some poor townsfolk. Being the good-natured Buddhist that I am, I hopped in to see what was all the fuss about. He introduced himself and told a rather funny joke. Heh, I haven’t laughed that hard since that pig fell into a pool of courtesan spirits and got the beating of his life!” He mock-sighed and shook his head. “Unfortunately, the gods deprived this man of a sense of humor, so he proceeded to throw a tantrum like an angry child, so I took him aside and gave him a good whipping. Then I returned here, to your welcoming presence.”
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…what the f-
What.
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fwhat indeed.
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