Racist curse {219}

Keitaro could really feel the heat rising to his face, he could feel his cheek turning red as she teased him. He tried to stay composed but her teasing hit him where he was most vulnerable.

The way she delivered her words so casually couldn't help but make the man blush.

He a grown man was reduced to this from one sentence, he needed to adapt.

"I... uh... just thought you might be hungry for something other than—" Keitaro said..stammering with his words, he tried to rub the back of his neck awkwardly in order to get his attention somewhere else that wasn't here.

He could realize what kind of joke she was making when she had said those words, and he couldn't fight at all, he was at her mercy. Goddam it.

Shoko seeing his flustered state couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, she liked seeing this side of him. He looked quite adorable. You're so easy to tease,"

Well, she wasn't wrong, he was easily flustered but that wasn't the point here, her words had flustered him for obvious reasons.

What she was implying was enough to fluster him, He cleared his throat, attempting to recover some semblance of dignity. " I just want to make sure you are taken care of, that's all," he said offering her a genuine smile even though he currently just wanted to teleport, far, far away from his house.

He still placed the sweets closer to her, hoping that she would actually eat them later, they had a decently long day ahead of her.

She took a piece of the food and ate it, it was pretty sweet but had another flavor to it, it felt a bit spicy, and she liked it.

She munched on it.

She then went through her bag, poured some curse energy into it and a pill appeared in her hand, she placed the pill in her mouth and ate it.

The pill tasted like medicinal herbs, it was a bit bitter but this was now why she ate it.

As she swallowed the content inside the pill, she felt her curse energy pool go from 5%, all the way back to 90%, her body also felt much lighter than before.

The effect of the pill was immediate, not like the slow-acting one he was working on now. She could take the fast-acting pill because she knew how to use Rct and she could use her rct to heal her body if the pill had taken too much from her to heal her.

"What do you have planned today?" She said as she looked at Keitaro.

"We going to Manhattan for a bit," he said calmly.

She nodded her head a bit, she took out another pill from her bag.

"Can you pass me the water bottle" He looked at the water bottle nearby, teleported it into his hand, and handed it to her.

"Thank you," She said as she took the pill before swallowing it using the water.

He could about tell what kind of pill she had just taken, so he was not going to ask any questions, even if he had ce to neutralize it...it was better being safe than sorry.

Time skip.

Before they went to Manhattan, the couple went to multiple places, visiting restaurants, and amusement parks and even going to the Aquarium nearby.

All in all, they were enjoying their life and due to the fact that they weren't in Japan, he noticed a lack of strong curses, the curses around were very weak and would immediately run away the second they even got a sniff of Keitaro's presence.

They would make sure to stay at least a full mile away from his direction, they refuse to stay in the same area code as him.

As they walked through the street, he couldn't help but see how pretty this city looked...he could also see that beneath all of this, there was some hidden darkness.

There was a word that he kept hearing though as they passed through Brooklyn, he knew that word was a slur, so he wondered why such a demeaning word would be used so much.

He didnt think of it for too long, he wasn't black and this was none of his business, if they wanted to say it then let them be, he had much more important stuff to do.

Like currently eating street food.

As they turned around the corner, the world around them twisted in a weird way, it seemed like they had entered another beast domain.

Inside the domain, Keitaro saw what seemed to be a grotesque parody of Japanese culture. Everywhere he looked, there were absurd, exaggerated images, mocking everything from rice paddies to samurai in an offensive display of stereotypes.

A grotesque curse, bloated and monstrous, stood before them. It sneered, its voice dripping with malice.

"Well, look at this! A couple of slant-eyed rice farmers!" the curse mocked, its face contorting with racist glee. "What're you doing here? Shouldn't you be back in the paddies, planting your little grains of rice?"

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Keitaro was stunned...what the actual fuck was he looking at?

What kind of curse was this?

Though he had to admit, a racist curse was not something he expected to meet.

The one in England sure was strong but it wasn't that bad, probably because he was in the countryside with barely anyone of color skin.

He wonder if he could study that curse.

"Look at you," it said, glaring at Shoko now. "Bet you're some submissive little geisha, huh? Ready to bow down for—"

All desire to study that curse vanished the second those words left its mouth, as fun as it would be to figure out how the curse ticked.

The curse head rolled down as the domain around them shattered, the curse head had been sliced clean off. Keitaro placed back his blade in its sheath before placing the sheath back inside his bag.

Akane wasted no time and jumped down to devour the curse, her curse energy reserves did not seem to budge though...probably because her reserves were so high right now that even a grade-one curse wouldn't be able to make them grow that much.

She needed special grades, and Keitaro had a rough idea of certain curses in Manhattan that had that potential.

A/N....I wonder, what curses formed in Manhattan could have the potential to be special grade.