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The next day, Shasha woke up and, after washing up, noticed that the other two seemed to still be asleep. He decided to wander around by himself.
By chance, he spotted a long alloy silver blade on a display stand and, out of curiosity, picked it up.
Liquid Snake possessed skills in cold weaponry, and as he swung the long knife, it shimmered with silver light.
Cold weapons had a close-combat effectiveness that firearms could not match, and there was a certain elegance to them as well.
This stirred a sense of chivalry within Shasha, and soon he was swinging the long knife faster and faster, like snowflakes dancing in the wind.
After a while of practicing with the blade, Shasha felt exhilarated. Although he was drenched in sweat, his mood was quite pleasant.
Just as he set the long knife down, Blade's voice suddenly rang out. "If you like it, you can have Whistler make you one. But I wonder how much he would charge you."
Shasha turned to see Blade leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, seemingly having watched for quite some time. He chuckled, "Money isn't an issue; I just wonder if he can make a knife that satisfies me. After all, I'm not just a vampire hunter."
Blade raised an eyebrow but wisely chose not to respond further; their professions were quite different after all.
Once breakfast was finished, Shasha exchanged greetings with Blade and then decided to go out for a stroll by himself. Spending too much time with two men really wasn't a great experience.
Arriving in the city center, Shasha experienced what people referred to as San Francisco. As one of America's most popular cities, it had a significant Chinese immigrant population. However, he wisely chose not to approach anyone.
Having come to another world—especially America—he treated it like a vacation: wandering around and enjoying the sights. Otherwise, being surrounded by bloodshed would drive anyone mad.
What is tourism about? It's about enjoying the scenery, visiting famous landmarks, and experiencing local customs.
While there were many so-called landmarks in America, most were buildings with relatively short histories; thus, one couldn't really say they were exploring historical sites. Therefore, enjoying the scenery and experiencing local culture naturally took precedence.
He wandered around casually and when he grew tired, stopped at a café on the street for a cup of coffee—quite enjoyable indeed.
However, in America for too long, the noisy sounds disrupted this enjoyment.
Shasha frowned and looked toward the source of the noise. He saw a crowd of onlookers gathered around a spot that they refused to leave. Among them were flashes of colorful lights as if someone were setting off fireworks.
Curiosity piqued, Shasha walked over. Due to his tall stature, he easily caught sight of the scene unfolding before him. A strikingly beautiful face, clearly belonging to a young woman, came into view. She wore a sweet smile, captivating the attention of passersby with her words while dazzling sparks of energy erupted from her hands, making it seem as if she were performing magic.
However, as the saying goes, outsiders watch for entertainment. Shasha immediately recognized that this was not magic but real energy. If the energy were any stronger, the explosive force would be akin to a grenade.
Understanding this, Shasha glanced at the captivated onlookers and couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.
What does it mean to dance on the edge of a knife? This was it. If the girl didn’t have such precise control over her energy, the entire coastal area would have been reduced to ruins.
After a while, the girl finally stopped her "performance," and enthusiastic applause erupted around her as people began tossing money into her collection box.
Shasha threw in a hundred dollars and turned away without looking back. Although he was curious about why a mutant would resort to street performances, he wasn't one to let curiosity lead him into danger.
However, Shasha's unusual demeanor caught the girl's attention. Unlike everyone else who watched with a sense of entertainment, he looked as if he were witnessing something perilous.
With a sly smile spreading across her face, she realized that this guy saw her as different from the rest.
Shasha thought he could escape after leaving, but suddenly someone tapped him on the shoulder. Instinctively, he prepared to throw the person over his shoulder and twist their arm. But just before he acted, his peripheral vision caught sight of who it was.
It was her—the same girl from earlier.
"Hey, do you know what I’m doing?" she asked directly, curiosity evident on her face.
Shasha looked at her playful features up close and instinctively leaned back slightly, nodding awkwardly.
The girl bit her lip in anticipation upon receiving confirmation. "Then do you also—"
At this point, Shasha felt uncertain about how to respond. It seemed like this girl might be intent on getting involved with him. Wasn’t that misleading? She clearly recognized that he was a mutant; could she really think she wasn’t one herself?
With a wry smile, Shasha nodded again, conceding to her assumption.
At that moment, her sparkling eyes lit up with excitement, radiating a sheen like black jewels. "So it’s not just me who seems so strange! What’s your ability?"
Shasha pondered for a moment; his ability was indeed difficult to demonstrate. The most straightforward concept of super reflexes was dodging bullets.
"Wait, why should I show off my abilities to this girl?"
Coming back to her senses, Shasha shot a glare at the girl. "What does it have to do with you, kid?"
"If you don't want to show me, then don't! Why are you being so fierce?" The girl pouted, looking all innocent and wronged.
Shasha shook her head with a wry smile, feeling as if she had bullied the girl instead. Whatever, this encounter was just that—an encounter. There was no need for any further interaction.
Having made that decision, Shasha turned to leave. She thought the girl would take the hint and not follow her anymore. Of course, she underestimated the girl's persistence.
When she felt someone beside her, she turned her head and immediately covered her forehead in exasperation.
It was none other than that girl, who was now grinning widely at Shasha, as if to say, "I'm sticking with you!"
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