Jobless Transportation - The Honored One

Negotiations

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-Story Start-

"White hair... Tall... Shades... Blocking entry to my meeting with Princess Ariel." Soldat observed casually, his finger tapping on his chin.

His head leisurely turned to observe the other passerby sending mixed looks at the oddly dressed stoic snowflake - Yet the recognition in their eyes was unmistakable.

"Surely... That's him." A shadow of a smirk formed on Soldat's face as he approached.

His every booted step forward echoed softly amid the racket of the surrounding city activity.

Eventually, he arrived at arm's length of the white-haired man blocking his entrance.

While not exactly a short man, Soldat still had to lift his head to meet the eyes of the man before him.

A curious and eager smirk was firmly on the adventurer's face as he failed to see through those pitch-black shades, stating honestly, "I'd like to pass through, I have a meeting with Princess Ariel scheduled... You're blocking the path."

He cared to dial down any type of rudeness or arrogance, whilst caring to not don any kind of mask.

That'd be spitting on his own sense of identity and values, after all.

...

He was met with a tense and unfazed silence from the snowflake he addressed.

A moment later, Satoru lowered his head towards Soldat's face.

Their faces are at a kissing distance from each other.

While a normal individual would have been greatly uncomfortable; Soldat had, unfortunately, been through far worse.

The only concern would be the fact that a Great Power is invading his personal space so casually.

Nevertheless, the blonde S-Rank Party Leader kept his composed smirk.

Satoru lowered his gaze, looking Soldat up and down in great scrutiny.

Extending his hand, he pointed with his finger at the sheathed blade at Soldat's side.

Finally, Satoru spoke with an odd professionalism, "Just that one sword?"

...

Soldat blinked at that inquiry, a glint of realization crossed his features, mumbling out a surprised admission, "Ah... You're her guard?"

The rumors that the Second Princess of Asura had recruited Gojo Satoru seemed to be valid.

However... The fact that he was her Security measure was almost unbelievable.

'A man of his caliber acting as a simple guard?' Soldat noted internally, keeping that inquiry for later.

As he spoke, he untied the leather binding holding his sheathed blade and was about to hand it to Satoru only to...