"You are correct," Nemu said. "Can I help you?"
"Akabane Kuroudo, at your service. I believe this is yours." The man indicated the flask of green slime tucked under his arm.
"Ah. That would be my father."
"Yes, I believe the name was the same. He hired me to ship himself to you."
The slime bubbled gloomily.
"Oh," Nemu said.
"After a thoroughly enjoyable little discussion."
"Oh."
"And now, if you'll excuse me . . ." He tipped his hat again. "I have to see a man about a Hougyoukou."
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