How to follow the script when dressing up as a disabled male protagonist?
How to follow the script when dressing up as a disabled male protagonist? | Chapter 52.1: Open Wool

“…Dazai, good morning.”

In the morning, Mori’s eye sockets were bruised, stubble sprouted on his face, and the middle-aged man, visibly tired, walked out of the door behind lively Alice, significantly diminishing the attractiveness of his face from his younger days.

Who would have thought the esteemed adult would pretend to have an adorable little girl every day? 🙂

He had just encountered an early-rising Dazai, surprised that he hadn’t slept in, when his attention was drawn to Hyakki by Dazai’s side. Was this child not wearing bandages anymore?

Suddenly, he experienced the “beauty” effect of Hyakki, and with a loud clang, he bumped his back against the door frame.

“Hiss—!”

What kind of face was this? So beautifully done without eyes and a nose!

Was a new horror movie unfolding today?!

From “Living with the Skinless Doll” to “Eighteen Forbidden Uses of the Doll Boy” to “The Devil Boy of the Angel of Utter Evil,” were they finally getting to “Harry Potter: The Enhanced Version of Voldemort”? Mori had never admired anyone so much; Dazai actually managed to sleep through the night without batting an eye!

In a daze, he said, “Alice, I don’t think I’ve woken up properly. I think I saw Hyakki growing skin…”

“…Hyakki, let’s go back to sleep.”

Alice lost her innocent smile, trembling and visibly shocked.

One adult and one child shut the door, refusing to accept reality.

【Didn’t he see me?】

Hyakki looked perplexedly at his father-in-law heading out the door. His own skin had healed; shouldn’t “Dororo”‘s father be happy? After all, no man would want his daughter with someone without skin.

Hyakki glanced at Dororo, whose life flame was dull and punctuated by occasional flashes of red.

“Let’s not mind him, let’s eat.”

Dazai found breakfast in the fridge, taught Hyakki to brush his teeth in the morning, perfectly honing his mental fortitude.

Hmm, actually, his first glance at him in the morning was bone-chilling.

He woke up quickly.

Hyakki sat upright in his chair, waiting for Dazai to hand him his food. He never took more than his share, only accepting what he could eat and politely refusing the rest, displaying a different sense of appreciation from modern people.

Today’s breakfast consisted of bread, ham, and milk.

Dazai had a small appetite, propping his chin on his hand as he chewed on ordinary whole grain bread. His eyes observed Hyakki’s habits below his nose, searching for clues about his past and upbringing.

In terms of clothing, Hyakki’s initial attire bore patches and wear, signs of a financially strained family where someone took special care of him as he grew up. Loincloth, a traditional type of undergarment usually worn with formal kimono, had long been abandoned by most modern youth, prompting Dazai to almost laugh the first time he saw Hyakki in one.

From this, it was evident that Hyakki lived in a more ancient era. The owner of the shop that repaired his traditional Japanese swords mentioned the ancient and unseen forging techniques used in his samurai sword, deeming it a valuable collector’s item.

The person who raised Hyakki was skilled in various aspects of life, likely older and unlikely to be female. Possibly a male prosthetist and master sculptor, he not only taught Hyakki survival skills with meticulous care and patience but also trained him in swordsmanship, endowing him with formidable combat abilities.

Given the historical context, what kind of person would possess such qualifications?

Dazai tasted a salty piece of ham and wrinkled his nose, finding an answer in his mind, “Could it be another doctor who’s seen the battlefield? More accurately, a reformed executioner?”

Once you wield a sword, you cannot save lives.

A doctor familiar with human anatomy, skilled in swordsmanship, would only be more adept at killing than others!

Hyakki quickly finished eating, sitting there waiting for Dazai. As long as you didn’t look at his face, he appeared to be a beautiful young man in a yukata. Perhaps even Rokodu thought the same, which is why he dispelled the illusion of skin! His eyes and nose were temporarily untouched, breathing fresh air, leaving three black holes.

【Kufufufu……】

【Wearing a half mask would solve the problem. Why waste my illusion powers?】

Those who care about Hyakki won’t fear him, but those who don’t care about him won’t be able to get close even when they see his restored appearance. No one will care about his past or his pain.

Hyakki treats all his contractors equally. Like with Rokodu, who lost his right eye and some internal organs, he prefers to have girls wear eye patches and use illusions to repair their insides rather than make them beautiful and flaunt their looks. He doesn’t have Dazai’s special fondness for nurturing dolls!

Dazai’s eyes hurt.

All things considered, he still wants Hyakki to look a bit better.

When Mr. Mori appeared before Dazai again, he solemnly handed him a half-face mask.

“Make do with this. Then you won’t need to turn on the lights.”

“…”

Why do Mr. Mori’s words always carry a hint of innuendo?

Reluctantly, Dazai took it and put it on Hyakki’s face. Without the eerie effect of resembling a doll, it rescued his damaged sense of aesthetics.

The white 3D-printed mask, with no need to depict features, gave a delicate charm to the jawline and lips.

With the mask on, he looked like a beautiful youth.

Take off the mask, and he’s the protagonist of a horror movie.

Perfect!

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