Coulson replied subconsciously, but suddenly realized: This wasn't Bobbi's voice, and the source of the sound wasn't from beside him, but from the wall ahead.
Bobbi realized the same thing.
The two looked at each other in astonishment, then looked at the wall in the dead end... The wall was like a virtual projection, and a handsome boy with black hair and black eyes emerged, wearing a stand-up collar shirt, a haori coat, and loose hakama.
Coming out of the wall?
Coulson and Bobbi looked at the boy, their heads spinning in confusion.
"Who is this 'Quinn' you're talking about?"
The boy frowned and asked again, his tone full of irritation and impatience.
The two came back to their senses.
Coulson looked at the boy again, only to realize the tips of the boy's hair were dyed light blue and his eyes were purple. It was just because of the lighting and distance that he'd seen them as black.
However, although the young man was handsome, his brows were furrowed and he radiated impatience.
This one has a volatile temper.
Coulson made a judgment about the boy's character, then asked with a smile, "...Who are you?"
"Am I asking you, or are you asking me?"
The boy's brows furrowed even deeper, and he adopted a stance of fighting at the slightest disagreement. Bobbi could see he was on guard and calmly placed her hand on the baton at her waist.
Coulson seemed to sense Bobbi's small movement, glanced at her from the corner of his eye, and motioned for her not to act rashly. Then he smiled again and looked at the boy. "Would you casually reveal information to people you don't know?
Even if there were such a person, you wouldn't believe the information they revealed!"
"This 'Quinn' you're talking about—is he a Chinese youth with black hair and black eyes who looks like a profiteer?" The teenager ignored Coulson but instead made an assumption, his tone full of anger.
Could this guy have a grudge against Quinn!?
The boy's irritable and angry tone shocked Coulson, and he screamed internally.
But before he could think about how to handle it, the boy opposite seemed to have gotten the answer from his reaction, glared at him, and cracked his knuckles. "It really is him! You bastard, since he introduced you, why didn't you say so earlier?
Damn, damn, damn... I didn't greet him right away, and I've been disrespectful to that gentleman!"
Eh?
Coulson and Bobbi, who were about to draw their weapons, were once again stunned. They looked at the boy who was complaining to himself and Coulson in astonishment. A big question mark appeared in their minds.
What was this boy doing?
After a while, the two still didn't understand what was going on, but the young man had recovered from his complaints. He looked at them with a serious expression and introduced himself. "My name is Yushiro, and I am the most reliable assistant to Lady Tamayo. I didn't know you were the guests introduced by Master Quinn. I was rude!"
Having said that, Yushiro bowed ninety degrees to Coulson and Bobbi, then stunned them again.
He was both apologizing and cursing. What did he want?
Yushiro's brain circuit caused confusion in their thinking mode, but they were senior S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.
After calming down, they quickly made a judgment.
This guy had great respect for "Quinn" but was extremely annoyed by the two of them—especially that they hadn't explained in advance, which made his impression of them even worse.
He'd apologized to both of them only because of his respect for Quinn.
But we didn't know you were nearby—how could we tell you?
Besides, didn't Quinn say to just hold the wisteria flower?
Coulson internally vented his frustration.
He took a deep breath, looked at the teenager who was on the list for identity verification, and smiled. "It's not your fault. We didn't know the rules in advance."
"Good that you know."
Yushiro stood up rudely, his eyebrows twitching with disgust. "It's you two bastards who made me lose face in front of Master Quinn, and it's you who made me bow and apologize. You should commit seppuku to compensate!"
"Uh..."
The corners of Coulson's mouth twitched, and he finally couldn't help himself. He cursed internally: Where the hell did this weirdo come from?
Bobbi even had veins bulging on her forehead, her rhythm suggesting she could barely restrain herself from striking.
"Tell me, what are you doing here?"
Maybe he'd noticed that their emotions had reached a critical point, or maybe it was just his temperament.
In any case, the boy who'd just told Coulson and Bobbi to commit seppuku forgot about it in the blink of an eye and asked their purpose.
Although both were bewildered by Yushiro's behavior, they were experienced agents who naturally wouldn't be affected by their emotions.
Therefore, they immediately adjusted their mentality and forgot about the previous unpleasantness.
"We..."
Coulson subconsciously wanted to state his purpose, but when the words came to his mouth, he suddenly changed them. "I originally wanted to find Miss Tamayo, but because I owe Mr. Quinn a favor, I'm helping him with something on the side. And that thing needs your help."
"What is it?"
"He gave me a list and asked me to help with identity verification..."
Coulson took out the list Quinn had written for him, handed it over, and continued. "But as you should know, applying for identity certificates requires many relevant documents. Even if we have connections and can skip some steps, in certain cases, it's still necessary to verify with the parties involved."
Yushiro took the list, glanced at it casually, and returned it. "Tell me, what do we need to verify?"
"To prevent criminals, smugglers, etc. from obtaining legal status, the U.S. identity certification process requires a specific understanding of the parties' origins, past, and interpersonal relationships."
After speaking, as if afraid of Yushiro misunderstanding, he quickly added, "Of course, Mr. Quinn asked me to help you rather than have you do it yourselves, which must mean you have things to hide in these areas. So I don't want you to provide real information—you only need to compile slightly more credible false information so that when relevant departments come to confirm in the future, your stories match.
Also, some of the people on the list—we don't know where they are.
I couldn't find them to get their stories straight, and I don't know where to send the ID cards after they're completed, so..."
"I don't know anyone except Lady Tamayo."
Before Coulson could finish speaking, Yushiro replied, "Besides, there's no need for matching stories or anything like that. Those departments coming to confirm won't be able to find us anyway, and the IDs are only convenient for going out shopping—nothing special is needed."
"But this is Mr. Quinn's request..."
Seeing Coulson's good-natured look of embarrassment, Yushiro frowned and wrote all his displeasure on his face.
After staring for a while, he said with resignation, "Come with me first!"
Character Notes:
Yushiro - From: Demon Slayer (Kimetsu no Yaiba)
A demon who serves as Tamayo's assistant and protector Fiercely loyal to Tamayo and deeply respects her Has a brash, hot-tempered personality but is devoted to those he respects Can manipulate his blood demon art to create illusions and hide locations Wears traditional Japanese clothing (haori and hakama)