It didn't take much time to take the sleeping white-haired boy, whom they now recognize as the war tiger, to the dorm where most of Detectives from the agency live in there and it was done by Yosano, Kunikida and Kenji.
While Ranpo and Dazai lead the Itsuho Uchiha to their president for the 'test'.
As they walk, Dazai look at the raven-haired girl who is in a tattered, bloody robe underneath his trench coat, which he let her borrow earlier.
The silhouette of her reached his eye level without any effort, and her slender figure was probably neither too plump nor too thin. The long fingers could strangle his neck beautifully.
The jet-black hair that resembles the night itself is shaped sharply, like very thin needles at the end of the strands. The skin is almost as pale as white moonlight, and the red lips resemble fresh blood itself.
His gaze wandered over her too much as her playful voice woke him up to reality.
"Back to Earth, Dazai" Itsuho 'looked' at him as if she had eyes to sense his gaze. Then he wondered what she would look like if she had eyes as he smirked.
"Are you sure that you don't want to have a double suicide with me, Itsuho-chan~"
He sang while taking long steps to catch up with her and Ranpo, who was busy asking questions about her world.
He chuckled inwardly about how vague her answers about her world were as he looked at her hands that screamed the traces of rough gripping and her fluid movements, clearly showing the grace of a swordswoman.
He immediately guessed those traces were from holding sharp weapons, from the earlier way she held the scalpel when he and Kunikida rescued her.
"Mmm, although I don't have any intention to commit suicide. I can help you with that" Her faint smile held a trace of sadistic intention. "So tell me how you want it, and I can definitely help you with that"
'What a fierce girl' He wryly smiled when that thought appeared in his mind, knowing she was being true to her assurance as he remembered earlier how she handled the weretiger. Not just handling, but beating it to the point that it started to meow like a tamed cat, and all was done by herself.
Still, he wasn't intimidated by her even a bit, though. "Well, the thing is, I hate pain, Itsuho-chan... do you have any painless methods?" He asked as they neared a park.
"Sure, I do have a few—" Her voice is cut off by another person as a middle-aged man with silver hair walks up to them. When he moved, the wooden sandals he was wearing sounded against the road. His Yukata is moved with the sea breeze as Dazai lowered his head a little bit and greeted him.
"President" ×2
Except for Itsuho, who just stood motionlessly, he and Ranpo both looked at the man in front of them with respect, as his whole aura demanded it from them.
He opened his eyes completely with a sharp look as he started to assess the girl in front of him.
"So you are the outworlder that Dazai and Kunikida found out about." After a few moments of suffocating silence, the man spoke.
"And you are the samurai that your subordinate spoke of" She didn't back away because of his sharp pressure, as she seemed almost amused by it.
While she spoke of it, her smile turned into a smirk as she also released the same pressure as the president, if not more overwhelming than the president's.
As if they understood they were disturbing and suppressing Dazai and Ranpo, both retreated their pressure as they 'looked' at each other in a more relaxed way.
"So you don't have any methods to go back?"
"Unfortunately, no. I already tried, but it was futile. I was bound to this place from the moment I appeared here. If not, I would have already got eject by this world," She said as she talked about what she was going to have for dinner.
"I see, so you want to join the Agency" The president's eyes sharpened as his gaze tried to pierce through her.
"Well... how about we talk about that later?" Before he or Ranpo could react, she flashed behind Yukichi Fukuzawa, the president of the Armed Detective Agency.
He didn't react much to her movements as he just stared at the katana she put in his hand in the blink of an eye.
"She is... really a fascination", Dazai chuckled darkly when he failed to track her movements.
"How pretentious" Ranpo didn't say much as both of them slid so they wouldn't be in the middle of whatever fight they were in.
"I heard you are a shinobi from a world governed by different laws of nature." The president spoke, as his deep, grounding voice went along with the sea breeze. "With that stench of death you carried, you must be a soldier who went through countless wars... a child soldier"
He held the sheath of the katana in his left hand in a relaxed motion. "They said you tamed the war tiger with sheer strength... very much of a good weapon if used wisely." Itsuho just chuckled indifferently at his comment.
Dazai started to wonder how she survived as a child soldier to the girl in front of him now, who is clashing with one of the most formidable fighters he knew in his life like she is starting a fun game.
Fukuzawa drew the sword from the sheath as he dashed towards her neck in a millisecond, not giving her any time to react. "But the Agency does not need weapons, Itsuho Uchiha."
But as the blade reached her, she was flashed away like she was a ghost. As he expected her move, in the next moment the sharp edge of the sword slowly reached for her as she jumped into the air.
"The Agency needs protectors, not merely the powerful weapons without a mind."
As she was in the air, the blade started to point at her heart as a tanto appeared in her hand with a puff sound, and she slid the tanto against the blade as she changed the direction she was landing.