"Yes, it's a big problem." Mrs. Kasahara's small hand gently patted Fujiwara Reya's cheek, "You little guy must be plotting something bad, like doing something embarrassing to two young and beautiful but weak mothers-in-law on the vast sea?"
Weak?
Is she referring to being able to punch out a nuclear explosion?
Fujiwara Reya picked up a glass and took a sip of cold beer to ease his rising body temperature: "I want to slay demons with you both."
Mrs. Kasahara picked up the pipe from the table and looked at him charmingly: "No taking advantage of mommy during demon slaying."
I'm afraid it's you who will take advantage of me... Fujiwara Reya bent down to light her cigarette.
The flame ignited, Mrs. Kasahara pouted her red lips and puffed out white smoke like a steam locomotive.
However, as if she didn't know how to smoke, she immediately started coughing frantically, and Fujiwara Reya patted her back, scolding: "What are you pretending to be a Showa beauty for..."
