1、简单地说，这篇番外就是讲述了小坦子同志因为到目前为止的人生中从没遇到过这么废的人而很感兴趣，接着因为第一次被人家全心依赖而很爽，然后发现人家并不只依赖他而憋闷，最后发现人家对他根本没情绪而低落的复杂处男心情……（私以为丫必定是处男）
至于有没有上升到喜欢，还两说。
小坦子同志连家人都不知道是啥，大家就表对他要求太高了……
2、读者贡献，本章英文版：
Interlude no. 01
Feitang x weakling
“Hey, you reckon that girl’s gotten prettier lately?” that was the pervert Nobunaga, scratching his chin and spouting nonsense.
“What, the more she dies the prettier she gets?” Ubo scratched his head. “That a special ability?”
“Of course not.” Shal turn around and interjected. “She’s just growing up. That girl is going to grow up beautifully, mark my words.”
“Watch it Shal, you just died again!” Feitang stared at the screen and slammed the end button, his mood foul.
He took a glance at the door to that room. It’s still closed.
Danchou and that woman’s been in there for a day now.
Everyone knew that Feitang was the best torturer in the Ryodan, but no one knows the really terrifying one is actually Danchou.
When Feitang tortures someone, he gets excited by their twisted faces and the looks in their eyes – full of fear, supplication and bluff. He gets excited because he knows how much they’re hurting.
But no matter how cruel Feitang is, Danchou never feels any pain. He has no feelings and cares about nothing.
Only a man without weakness is worthy to be followed.
But this time Feitang gets the distinct feeling that Danchou is losing.
He can squash that useless piece of junk with just one finger. Had she grown up in Ryuuseigai, she wouldn’t even last til sunset.
Even here, she’s barely holding on to her helpless life as it is.
So why can she stare so peacefully at people who can make her life worse than hell?
And if she’s really not afraid of the spiders, then why does she ask for help so readily?
What kind of creature is this?
Thwarted by a measly can. How did she manage to live uptil now?
Crying over insignificant things. Unbelievable.
Things like tears do not exist in the Ryuuseigai.
Because people with the ability to cry are the strong ones who survived, and they do not solve problems with tears.
As for the weak, they’re already dead.
“Sniff….sniff….uh….sniff…”
Still crying…
Feitang squinted at the crying thing hiding in the corner, still holding on to the can.
Tears gathered around her gray eyes and burst out uncontrollably, slid down her pale cheeks, formed a droplet on her small chin, then dripped on to the back of her hand…
Feitang leaned against the wall and watched her cry.
Don’t usually have a chance to see other people cry, he thought.
But it’s been a while already.
Why is she still crying?
Droplets burst out, slid across fragile skin and then dripped down…..one after another…
How much water’s inside the human body?
Still crying…
She lifted her head between the sobbing, and looked frailly at the spiders with blurry eyes.
Like a certain type of small herbivore that’s just been kicked suddenly.
Staring so wretchedly at people with harmless and tearful eyes.
Feitang was getting pissed off.
I can kill you in a second if I want to, Feitang thought.
It’s only a can.
Feitang stood up. “This blows. I’m going out for a walk.”
It took less than a minute to open half of the cans. Feitang recalled that the one she couldn’t open had fruit inside. Right, canned fruits it is…
Come to think of it, she really tried everything back there. Are cans really that hard to open?
Feitang stopped and stared at the can currently in his hand.
He’d always cut the cans right open and never bothered with the proper way…maybe cans these days are really hard to open.
He tried twisting gently with two fingers.
It opened.
“…..”
She really is useless!
He gave the door another look. Still nothing.
Did she die again?
Feitang suddenly remember one particularly gruesome death recently. The flow of her blood seemed never-ending, and the stench filled up the entire building.
She walked back and forth in there, looking for something.
Death, resurrection and repeat ad nauseam, yet she still holding it together.
Is she finally going mad?
Her footsteps stopped behind him.
“Feitang, lend me your umbrella.”
Is this a joke? Feitang didn’t even have to think. “No.”
But the stench of blood was really heavy now, almost as if the Ryodan members themselves had gone out to kill. Feitang lowered the joystick and turned around. “What d’you want it for?”
There was blood all over her, but she remained expressionless. “Plumbing.”
That look again. The nonchalant look that completely dismisses the Spiders.
Doesn’t she know how ridiculous she is, looking like death warmed over and radiating that look at the same time?
So ridiculous that Feitang was rendered speechless.
Blood dripped onto the floor from the ends of her hair. The color of her shirt is no longer discernable. The soaking fabric stuck to her body, revealing her delicate curves…
Maybe she has gotten prettier…Feitang thought.
Maybe it was the stench of blood that excited him subconsciously. What would happened if you bully a defenseless weakling like her? Would she look at you with the same soft eyes as she did last time she cried? Feitang wondered.
And then he decided to experiment.
“I’ll take you out for a wash.”
She weighed almost nothing.
When Danchou held her last time, she wrapped her arms around his neck and clinged.
Would she do the same if I carried her? Feitang thought.
She was surprised, but didn’t struggle. She let he carry her as he pleases, but don’t cling to him either.
Maybe he’s not worthy enough to cling to in her eyes.
Not worthy enough in the eyes of weaklings like her?
For some reason Feitang was angry.
(Shameless author: Tang-chan, you’re thinking too much. She was just being considerate of your height…)
“Um….can we not go to town? Any stream would do.” She pleaded softly.
Pissed off. Didn’t hear that.
“I forgot to bring spare clothes and towels.” She mumbled.
Didn’t hear that.
“Can I borrow your clothes?” she ventured.
Didn’t hear that.
“I don’t have any spare clothes, can you lend me one? Or….I’ll go naked?” She dared with a tilt in her head.
Didn’t….Feitang sulked. “I’ll go rob some.”
“Oh, well in that case rob some shampoo conditioners and shower gels while you’re at it. Can you get me a comb too? I’ve been asking, but Danchou said no…”
“Shut up.”
What kind of woman is this?
He found a secluded stream of water and dumped her unceremoniously.
Splash!
“Urgh….ouch…”
She struggled up clumsily, and gave him a tearful, injured look.
How useless. Feitang looked down upon her stumbling form.
Just a weakling after all…
Even if she’s wronged against, she can only look piteously at her abuser.
“Why are you still here?” She wiped her face. “Aren’t you getting me clothes and shampoo?”
“….”
This thing….what kind of creature is she?!
The first time they met, he killed her.
The second time they met, he probably killed her friend.
She looked at them with hatred in her eyes, but only for a second.
After that came peaceful cohabitation.
It felt like she’s afraid of everyone, but at the same time never truly feared anyone.
Strange girl.
Does she not hate? Or does she bury her hatred so deep it’s beyond recognition?
Does she not fear? Or does she think of fear as useless?
Incomprehensible.
Probably right up Danchou’s alley.
Right, what was it she wanted?
Feitang quickly snapped the shop owner’s neck and dazed off a little in the shop.
Come to think of it, she knew he’d kill when he robs, but accepted that anyway.
So she’s not some boring goody two shoes either.
Or maybe it’s because she’s helpless herself?
Feitang was puzzled.
He heard that puzzling creature’s yelps as soon as he reached the stream.
Feitang sped up unconsciously and reached her in a flash.
They were just a couple of stupid punks. For them to come to such an obscure place, they probably drank too much.
Feitang doesn’t even have to make a fist to deal with them, but to her they were probably creatures so terrible and strong that resistance becomes utterly futile.
She shrank towards the other end of the stream, hands shielding and body trembling.
She watched the men as they closed in, her eyes tearful and soft, her slightly emaciated body pale and flickering under the gentle reflection of moonlight on water.
Doesn’t she know that she’s only making them more excited?
And she uses that wounded look on everyone! Does she regard him on the same level as these trashes?
Feitang approached her irritably, his tirade interrupted by a splash of water. He had a thousand chances to dodge her as she stumbled towards him, but stood his ground until she squeeze him tight in her arms.
“Feitang! Thank god you’re back! Aren’t you the fastest in the group? Why did you…sniff sniff….I was so scared…”
That was the first time someone looked at Feitang intensely and said thank god you’re back.
That was the first time someone around him said I was so scared.
She hid behind him, her grip on his clothes trembled. Wherever he moved, she followed.
This isn’t so bad, Feitang thought.
He threw her his coat. “Wait here.”
As for these dim-witted trashes….
We’ll start with the eyeballs first, Feitang thought happily.
The door finally opened.
Feitang ignored her.
But still listened intently.
He heard Shal. “Well, this wasn’t so bad after all~ Did Danchou go easy on you?”
And then her voice. “No, I changed before I came out.”
Nobunaga’s bawdy snickering. “Heeheehee~ does that mean he saw everything?”
What’s so interesting about that? Feitang thought disdainfully. Besides, he’d seen it earlier.
Her voice again, still full of serenity. “I think he’s used to it now. Um….he probably changed me a couple of times before, because by the time I came back to life I was already dressed. He doesn’t have anything to do when I’m dead anyway, so a little effort won’t kill him…”
His hands jerked and the avatar on the screen was chopped into pieces by mystical beasts. Feitang dropped the joystick irritably. Stupid game!
The puzzling creature is also in dire need of some common sense.
Walk around naked in front of Danchou, sleeping on Ubo…come to think of it, the place where they found her catered for that sort of thing too, and she was just about to be sold…
Stupid and lacking in survival instincts.
Feitang has been hiding amidst the flowers for a while now. She stood there stupidly as that stupid looking country bumpkin sweet-talked her and fondled her, and then she had the galls to accept gifts from strangers, this is just too much…
Leap out! Carry-off!
“F…Feitang?”
“What are you doing? Who’s this guy?” Do you cosy-up to anyone who treats you nice?
“Who are you? Let her go, what do you think you’re doing?” The bug buzzed…
Feitang sneered. A bug, that’s all he is. They’ve only just met and now he dares to interrogate him like he knew her well? He can’t even save himself and yet he wants to play the hero. Good riddance.
“Feitang, I’m hungry. Let’s go back.”
Suddenly she wrapped her arms around his neck in a very clingy fashion.
Feitang was also very please with the word “let’s”
He snorted at the bug and tightened his arm around the useless creature, feeling very pleased for some reason.
“Halt! Stop! Let her go!” What a noisy piece of trash…
She popped her head over his should and waved her hands desperately at the trash to warn him from approaching.
What’s this, you’re standing on his side?
Is he very important to you?
That’ll just make my hands itch more and more. Feitang thought sourly.
“D’you think I can’t kill him because of the distance?”
“If you kill him, you will definitely regret it.”
Her anxiety only served to irritate Feitang further.
“What do you mean?”
“His name is Satirica.”
The target of this mission?
So the reason she’s trying to stop him is to avoid unnecessary commotions…
Hn, he can kill him anyway if he wanted to. But she didn’t do it because she was interested….
Then he can live for a bit longer. Let Danchou finish the job if he wants to.
Feitang carried her off.
She kept quiet like a good girl, and clinged to his neck.
Just like with Danchou.
Feitang suddenly felt a bit sulky.
To her, maybe he’s just another member of the Ryodan, like Danchou, or Shal, or Ubo. Nothing more.
Come to think of it, why would he sulk over something as little as this?
Failing to comprehend, he sulked even more.
“Kuroro…”
The voice from next-door stopped Feitang’s weapon-cleaning at once.
That’s her room next-door, why…
“It’s rare for you to be asleep when I’m not…”
Creek! Oops, the umbrella handle just cracked.
“You can’t hear it anyway, so I’m going to tell you a secret. I’ve been holding on to this for a while now, but I’m afraid to say it out loud …”
Secret?
Could it be that….
It’s true that she spent more time with Danchou than anyone else, but wouldn’t any normal person feel the urge to curse him into the depth of hell by now?
But then again, she’s not exactly normal…
“…so I’m going to take this opportunity and tell you. The truth is….”
The truth?
Then what?
By the time he recovered, Feitang was surprised to find himself plastered against the wall.
…what’s he doing?
And why is he still standing there, stubbornly waiting for her to finish?
“Fallen for her, Mung bean niisan?” Shal leaned against the damaged bathroom door and snickered.
“Don’t be stupid.” Feitang turned to leave. “Besides, you’ve got raccoon eyes as bad as mine.”
Fallen?
What a joke…
“This is the terms of our exchange.” Danchou said. “You have the right to refuse.”
She hid behind the rocks and shot a look at the spiders. She looked frail.
Like the time when she looked at him through tears, holding that can in her hands.
Or the night when she looked at him and shivered in the river.
That look of hers gives him the urge to do things impulsively, Feitang thought.
“Why use her? We can do it ourselves.”
Feitang never go against Danchou’s orders. He didn’t know why he interrupted.
Shal explained with a smile on his face and a warning in his eyes.
In the end she had to go alone.
Go towards her death, then resurrection, then death again.
Feitang heard her screams for the first time.
Danchou killed her many times, but she had always endured.
This time it was too much.
He didn’t get excited. That was odd.
Feitang suddenly remembered the look she gave the spiders before she went in. It was cold.
Her eyes are usually devoid of emotions, with two rare exceptions. Burning hatred on the night she was caught, and frosty apathy before she walked towards her doom.
Feitang had thought her capable of begging for help.
Now he thinks she probably faked it.
Just as she said, she is a weakly inside and out, and that was how she lived.
Danchou held her tight on the way back.
Didn’t even ask about the gemstone that started it all.
She wrapped her arms around Danchou’s neck and buried her head there.
Nobunaga whistled.
What an idiot.
Anyone can tell that she bit him.
Recklessly, fiercely, ferociously, cathartically.
Her emotions at that moment were quite real indeed.
Danchou laughed all throughout.
Feitang doesn’t understand.
If she dared to bite him she would’ve been thrown out long ago.
But then, she probably wouldn’t bother to do this to him.
Feitang brushed across his chest. That strange sulking feeling is back again. What’s going on?
“Why are you letting her go?” Feitang started at Danchou.
“A deal is a deal. We have to honour our promises.”
Hn. Promises. As if that matters.
If Danchou doesn’t let go, she’d never be able to leave.
For Danchou to change the plan for her, that already counts as losing.
But to be honest, very few people can withstand her piteous, abandoned-kitten look. Maybe this is a type of special ability?
Useless good-for-nothing like this probably won’t survive without the protection of the Ryodan.
Staring piteously at others for help is probably the only thing she can do when faced with danger.
Others. Help.
Hn. Not much to do when the Ryodan disperses. Might as well follow her a bit. Feitang grudgingly thought.
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End
Omake * Debts
“If you’re an average guy with no money and a debt of 16 million that needs to be repaid within 24 hours, what would you do?” Shal turned around from the computer and asked cheerfully.
Ubo: “Go rob some?”
Shal:“You’re a normal person now, you can’t rob others.”
Paku:“Run away.”
Shal:“Normal person. You’d be caught soon.”
Nobunaga: “Then…borrow from friends.”
Shal:“Pity, this person has no friends. Feitang? What do you think?”
Feitang: “….borrow another 100 thousand for a gun, and kill everyone.”
All:“….”
A robber, through and through. ----all spiders thought
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