Chapter 112 – The Clothier… is my Disciple?!

Aiko paused. "Where is that Clothier?"

"You just need to-" The guard explained the direction and emphasized that she shouldn't anger that Forge Master.

Aiko nodded and rushed away after giving a "Thank you~!" towards the guard.

The guard shook his head but returned to his duty, feeling slightly happier.

...

Aiko arrived at the house of the Clothier and waited outside. She was already used to the fact that everyone had very sharp senses, so she didn't need to knock.

The doors opened and the elderly guy glanced at the little Fox.

"Visitor?" He asked with a slow and grumpy tone.

"I heard that I need an Assassination Uniform to go out." Aiko gestured.

"That is indeed true." He slowly nodded. "Come inside, I will look around and see if I have one that fits your size."

Aiko followed him inside, but once she saw the interior, she froze up.

There were lingerie, bodysuits, leotards and so on, hung or littered around the depraved room. She had quite a bad feeling about this...

"Here, this should be your size." The Clothier gave Aiko a bodysuit that was a size too small for her.

Aiko picked up the questionable fabric and looked at the smiling Clothier speechlessly.

"What the fuck is this?" Aiko's eyes bulged as she felt like this was some kind of bad dream.

The Clothier was startled at her rough words, but he was already too old and unable to advance, so his sharp edges were already dulled. He didn't mind this little Fox talking like that.

"It's a bodysuit." The Clothier said expressionlessly.

"... I can see that." Aiko stared at him like he was some kind of idiot. "But this is clearly a size smaller than what I need."

"It's supposed to hug your body tightly." The Clothier didn't mind the little Fox's sharp gaze and calmly explained.

"This is still a size too small." Aiko said and the Clothier nodded.

"This clearly doesn't have any room inside." Aiko stared at him with an expressionless face. The Clothier didn't find any issue with that sentence and he nodded again.

"Are you an idiot?! No, you are an idiot! Where are you supposed to hide the weapons if it's so tight!?" Aiko glared at him.

The Clothier was angry at the little Fox's words, but he was stunned during the last sentence. He found out that he couldn't refute that.

"And why is this part detachable when we don't have to go to the toilet?!" Aiko kept questioning him.

"Likewise this part! Why would you need a layer of cloth over your chest, only to make it detachable?! That's where the most important organs are, it should be a single piece!" Aiko glared at the Clothier, who shrunk back once he realized he couldn't refute her.

"But these are my masterpieces! The Clothier raised his voice, feeling wronged.

"Bullshit! No matter how you look at it, this is just a poor excuse for a sex product!" Aiko scolded him, completely throwing the 'don't anger him' out of the window.

"Then could you make anything better?!" He yelled at the daring little Fox.

"Of course!" While Aiko didn't mind that it was a bodysuit. She minded a lot of other things, like the detachable parts and the lack of space.

"The legs should be baggy!" Aiko proclaimed.

"That would make a lot of noise and get in the way!" The Clothier defended his creation.

"So shallow!" Aiko pointed at him, making him speechless.

"What are we?" Aiko gestured at him and herself.

"Foxes." The Clothier answered and Aiko almost staggered.

"Assassins! We are Assassin! What do we need?" Aiko readjusted her pace and questioned him again.

"Easy access to seduce our foes!" The Clothier proclaimed with the same vigour as the little Fox.

Aiko almost coughed up blood. "Wrong! We need weapons, hidden weapons, storage for intel or bodies!" Aiko demonstrated.

"When you assassinate someone, you can just shove his body into the Storage Pouch and be done with it! Nobody will know or hear anything!" Aiko triumphantly raised her fist.

"Ooooh~!" The Clothier clapped. "It is true that if we could make some pockets where we could place Storage Pouches, it would allow us to store bodies in there." He nodded enthusiastically. "But we can just make a belt and-"

"Shallow!" Aiko reprimanded him again and he shrunk back.

"If they see the Storage Pouches, they will go after them! But if you hide them under the fabric?" Aiko smirked and his eyes widened.

"That's true, if they can't see it, it's harder to grab or cut, you would have to strip someone to find those Storage Pouches." The Clothier nodded vigorously, understanding what this little Fox meant.

Aiko nodded seriously. "Good disciple, good disciple."

"Who are you calling disciple?!" He snapped out of his daze and glared at the little daring Fox who was seeking death.

"Of course it's you! Your thinking is too shallow, do you want to stay stuck as you are or rise to greatness!?" Aiko stepped on the stool to make herself more valiant. She would bullshit herself out of this so she didn't need to wear that uncomfortably small bodysuit.

This froze him in place. His Cultivation path relied on his creations to advance, but he currently hit a bottleneck.

A Wise Elder from the previous Village gave him many blueprints and skimpy outfits that had greatly fuelled his imagination, but that could get him only so far. Those were not his own creations and even then the usage remained questionable, but he wouldn't let others question him as those were still his prized creations!

"Now back to the legs!" Aiko kept striking the iron whilst it was hot.

The Clothier stared at her.

"Make the legs baggy, but on the sides of the thighs, going from the hips to around the lowest point of the thigh, create a hole. This long hole will serve as the room for Storage Pouches. You can sew them on the inside, hidden from the naked eyes and since Assassins keep their bodies low, it's easy to access!" Aiko demonstrated on one of the... less questionable pieces of clothing.

"But if you make it too baggy, it will be difficult to reach when you are fighting." The Clothier liked that idea since it would allow him to stare at those juicy thighs while allowing him to keep the practical side of things.

"Simple! Thigh straps! Those can be sewn onto the Storage Pouches, allowing you to strap it onto the thighs, locking it in place!" Aiko proudly proclaimed.

She now had easy access to the rocks in her Storage Pouches and they wouldn't wobble when she moved quickly. Moreover, they wouldn't be able to steal those Storage Pouches from her, since they would be hidden.

"Oh! That can work." The Clothier's mind worked quickly.

Aiko stared at the old grandpa, who was thinking quite quickly. It was the generic lusty-eyed geezer, who would just gaze, but never touch.

She could use him until his lifespan depleted, since he was easy to deal with.

"What about the centre piece?" He pointed at the torso.

"Scrap the layered fabric, it should be one piece and also make it less tight and a slightly thicker fabric." Aiko gestured at a nearby creation.

"But the thin fabric allows you to gather Qi easier." The Clothier rebuked it.

"But it also increases the risk of being hurt, if it's a whole piece and slightly thicker..." Aiko narrowed her eyes. "Then you can just include scale armour under it, making it that much more difficult for your enemies to kill you."

Aiko remembered that guard at the main gate leading outside the Sect. He had strange scale armour that stuck close to his body, but that low profile armour intrigued Aiko and she thought that she would create or buy some kind of scale armour in the future.

She just didn't expect that it would be used in this instance as defensive material against the outrageously thin and tight bodysuit...

His eyes widened like lightbulbs. There was no one who didn't like this kind of design, but whenever an Assassin was killed, they would be cut in those places. If he removed the removable parts and made it a little thicker with more room inside it, it would allow him to sewn scales on the inside for protection.

He nodded and nodded. "Not bad idea, what about arms?"

"Just reduce the tightness to allow the muscles to rest. If it's too tight, your muscles will never rest and you will have problems, but don't make it as one piece!" Aiko warned.

"The sleeve part will be locked in with your middle finger and on the inside, there will be gloves tied to it. You can fight without them or swiftly equip them. Since they would be tied to the edge of the sleeve, you wouldn't need to worry about losing them, thus saving you future work of remaking them, unlike those parts which can be easily lost." Aiko points at the questionable detachable parts.

The Clothier's eyes brightened. Foxes constantly lost the detachable parts, to the point that he spent the majority of his time making replacement pieces.

"The head part should have a hoodie and a mask, preferably non-detachable so it shares the same Inscriptions." Aiko noticed that those suits had quite the interesting Inscriptions, so it was better if it was a complete set.

"Indeed, it will be a lot easier if we just create one Inscription instead of needing to do each part separately." He nodded in acknowledgement.

"Moreover, that also means they will have a hard time losing them, so the only thing you will be worried about is creating more of them and repairing the old ones whenever possible." Aiko pointed at the benefits.

He was impressed by this little Fox. "I will finish your bodysuit in around 3 days, so you will have to stay inside for the time being." He nodded slowly and indulged in his perverse thoughts, already imagining those beautiful thighs up in the open.

Aiko smiled wryly. "You should also include some kind of buttons to close the hole."

"Why?" He was puzzled and slightly angered. He didn't want those beautiful thighs to be hidden.

"Because if you are trying to hide, you don't need thick peach thighs to ruin your cover." Aiko pointed out the obvious, but with this, she would be completely covered. All she needed was a cloak and she wouldn't mind the new bodysuit at all.

He nodded and Aiko smiled. 'It seems like he is very gullible, good. This will make things easier if I don't like something.' Aiko was very pleased by this and was looking for their future cooperation.

...

She left the messy house and returned to Blood Fox. The Blood Fox was surprised at first, but soon stuck close to Aiko. Aiko didn't mind since it didn't hinder her movement and she could practice some inscriptions in the meantime as she had neglected them in favour of assassination training.

The three days came and went by, so she returned to the house to check on the progress, only to find out that no one was there. She was puzzled, but she thought that there might've been some kind of issue, that kept him out of the house, so she returned every day.

Only after 10 days, she encountered someone in the house, but it was truly a strange sight.

"Disciple greets Master!" A very youthful Fox was looking at her in adoration.

Aiko was disturbed by this and couldn't help but ask. "Who the hell are you?"

"The Clothier?" He felt hurt from her scrutinizing gaze.

"What the fuck?!" Aiko was flabbergasted. She stared at him again and again, but she just couldn't imagine him as the same person...