More from the 4th Chapter...

Below is a short extract from further down the chapter:

Tourists

As a young foreign woman, Catalina was appreciating the beauty of the countryside on a land halfway around the globe from where she was born and raised. Nevertheless, she was still feeling the familiarity of the place as if she had been living most of her life here. That was probably because there was an elderly Japanese man with a certain level notoriety residing within her body currently. As an art student and a part-time fashion model herself back in Madrid, she had always enjoyed the freedom of travelling alone. That way, she could always stopped and find a perfect angle before bringing out her canvas, brushes and other art tools to just turn any amazing landscape into one of her art.

Being here in Japan would have been a dream for someone like Catalina. There was just too many beautiful sceneries everywhere that she didn’t know where to begin. Despite being turned into a hollow skin and put on by Aikawa Takeshi, her enthusiasm appeared to have boded well with the personality of the former Yakuza leader. He had once tried painting his own portrait with his stolen hands by merely looking into the mirror and he was astounded by the result. The muscle memories from the skin he was wearing was simply flawless and many of his men began to wonder if there was actually more to the mysterious powers. He could even speak and write simple Spanish now, something which he had never even touched before all his former life.

“Toya-kun, I think I’m going to try taking my mind of these stressful problems for a bit. Would you mind letting me off somewhere near Kawaguchi Lake?” Catalina requested.

“Certainly, Takeshi-sama. Playing the innocent tourist again, sir?” Toya the chauffeur asked.

“You know me well, Toya… how I like acting the way I look,” the lovely foreign lady said while flashing her mesmerising smile at Toya’s rear mirror. “And, do address me by my current name, Toya-kun. It would have been weird if someone overhears you calling an attractive tourist lady by the name of a Japanese man,” Catalina added as she leaned back to turn her attention back to the lovely snow-capped mountain.