87 Chapter 86. (1/2)

'Unknown Number: Master? Is this master?'

'Venerable Master San: Eh? Chu Yue? How'd you get my number?'

'Unknown Number: I knew it! It really is you! I got your number from your wife. Tehe. :p'

When I confirmed it really was Chu Yue, I was of course surprised, but I was also a bit happy. Simultaneously, I was a bit scared of what my wife was plotting. What was the meaning behind her giving my disciple my number? I'm not suddenly going to be stabbed in the back and be called a cheater for this, right?

I really don't want a bad end route where she chops my head off and carries it around everywhere in a bag or something. Well, since she already knew my number, I figured I'd save it.

'Venerable Master San: You got a phone?'

'My Cute First Disciple Chu Yue: Yes! I worked hard! Praise me!'

So cute.

'Venerable Master San: Umu. Good work.'

'My Cute First Disciple Chu Yue: Eh?! That's all I get?'

What else do you expect me to say? You got a phone, what was praiseworthy about that? I figured I needed to impart some words of wisdom to my disciple who may have been slacking off and indulging herself in the mortal world.

'Venerable Master San: You're definitely not doing bad, but you must always strive for greater heights.'

'My Cute First Disciple Chu Yue: Haaaaah. I knew you would probably expect more of me. Chu Yue is a failure of a disciple. The next time you see me, I'll make sure it's enough to surprise you to the point you will have no choice but to praise me to the moon.'

'Venerable Master San: Good luck with that.'

'My Cute First Disciple Chu Yue: Master! You should dote on me more!'

I want to be fawned on though.

'Venerable Master San: Fine, it can't be helped. I'll impart a powerful technique to you the next time I see you.'

'My Cute First Disciple Chu Yue: Eh? Rather than a technique I want master to pen-'

'Venerable Master San: Pen? What?'

'My Cute First Disciple Chu Yue: pen out a letter to me, apologizing for smelling so bad.'

What the hell?! Do I smell so bad that I need to make a written apology for it?

'My Cute First Disciple Chu Yue: Sorry, please disregard that last message.'

'My Cute First Disciple Chu Yue: What I really want is for master to stick-'

Why does the message keep getting cut off like that?

'Venerable Master San: Stick what?'

'My Cute First Disciple Chu Yue: stick to your wife more closely at night.'

'Venerable Master San: … ?'

'My Cute First Disciple Chu Yue: Please ignore that last message as well. My phone seems to be acting up for some reason. I might have a virus or something. Maybe I was hacked.'

'My Cute First Disciple Chu Yue: Ahhhhhh this is so annoying!'

Yeah, this is definitely my wife messing with us.

'Venerable Master San: I more or less understand the situation. You said you got my number from my wife, right?'

'My Cute First Disciple Chu Yue: Yeah. :S'

'Venerable Master San: You've got it tough.'

'My Cute First Disciple Chu Yue: Muuuu.'

'My Cute First Disciple Chu Yue: I'll settle with the powerful technique for now.'

How troublesome, I've got no choice but to find something even more powerful and expensive than Hana's Pandora's Box. I can't let the first disciple fair worse than the second. That wouldn't be right.

While I was thinking this, I received a random picture from her along with a message I didn't quite understand the meaning behind. I could only reply to her like a nonchalant master.

(POV Chu Yue)

Haaaah. Looking at Misses Gyoko's triumphant face I felt the urge to cry. I worked really hard to get his number, only for her to mystically block my attempts to flirt with no effort at all.

How did she do that? Anytime I wanted to type something suggestive, the message would get sent before I could finish. Random messages would also get sent as a follow up. Just what is going on here?

(POV Meg)

Hah! So what if I froze time to take your phone and send your texts prematurely? You have a problem with it, get on my level please. Flirt with my husband through text directly in front of me? Peh! Dream on!

If my husband was here, he would probably say something like, ”please don't casually freeze time over pointless childish disputes!” Well, too bad, he's not here.

Little girl, forget him for now, we've reached our destination. Really, get your head out of the clouds and focus.

When we stepped out of the room, what first came into view through the window was a large white spherical mass with many craters littered across its surface. In the background there were uncountable stars shimmering far off into the distance, sparsely in some areas while clustered together in others.

What laid directly before our eyes was the moon. It was something quite common among many of the unknown number of planets I've visited. A long time ago, I used to find such things romantic, but after venturing through uncountable realms, it was now nothing but a large rock in my eyes.

However, that definitely was not the case with this little girl who had not long ago broken past the limitations of mortals thus entering the transcendent realm. She was slack jawed while holding her phone up to take a picture in her hand. Without thinking about it, she snapped a picture and sent it to my husband.

'Master's Slave Chu Yue: The moon is really beautiful.'

The name she gave herself really irked me to a surprising degree.

'Future Hubby (Master): It's so so.'

Almost as much as the name she keyed in for my husband.

”Haaaah. I wish master was here to see this with me, but his reply makes me feel like a country bumpkin.”

Oi. He is MY husband brat.

”Really? Would you put your phone away and stop trying to flirt with my husband in front of me?”

'Master's Slave Chu Yue: Master, I have some things to do, I'll ttyl. :('

'Future Hubby (Master): Cya later.'

I dragged the girl with no sense of time or place towards the shuttle area where we would be transported down to the surface of the moon where her next gig would be held.

In our tacky astronaut suits, we got into a shuttle and were launched towards the surface of the moon. During our descent Chu Yue was curiously staring out the window of the shuttle observing the surrounding area.

”Misses Gyoko, what is that over there?”

”That is where your gig is going to be held.”

”In that big dome like structure?”

”Yeah.”

Once we were on the surface of the moon, we made our way over to the dome like structure. I could finally relax as I had finally fulfilled husband's request for me to bring her to the same facility as him. I definitely had accomplished my objective, I brought her to the same facility as requested. This was after all a secondary base for the prison on Earth. Any prisoners that were too troublesome for Azkaban Prison on Earth were transported here.

They called it Azkabanished Prison. Don't ask me if it was some sort of weird pun. Not even the akashic records knew the answer when I checked it.

When we reached the door to the dome, I knocked three times politely. After a several seconds a peep hole slid open and a voice rang out from the intercom that requested, ”what is the password?”

”We were not banished. We chose to leave.”

That's called self denial in case anyone was wondering.

The guard shut the peep hole and the sound of gears rotating sounded out from behind. Chu Yue couldn't hear it due to the vacuum in outer space, but I still could since my perception was spread out everywhere. After a moment, the door slid open and an empty room was revealed behind it.

Once we entered the room, the gears inside the room rotated again and the doors shut behind us. You'd think with their advanced technology they would refrain from using loud gears, but in outer space I suppose they didn't care much since they couldn't hear it when in a vacuum.

Sure, gears lasted longer here than on earth due to the lower gravity, but in all honesty, I felt like they just wanted to use gears to make it seem more mysterious. It was just about keeping up appearances more than anything else.

”Is she the one?”

”Yeah, she is.”

The chosen one. Pfft. If he wore a black mask covering his entire face and claimed to be her father, this whole scenario would be perfect.

The gatekeeper lead us further into the space prison. We passed down a long corridor with prison cells along our sides. After some time passed, we reached the end. It was a wide open space the size of a football stadium with a transparent roof. The space was formed through overlapping two concave domes. There was no flooring to this room and the ground was the moon itself.