Cheap Detective VS MC With a Strangely Oversized Sword

The rain outside had suddenly turned into a thunderstorm. Lightning ripped through the sky and periodically lit up the cafe, making the puzzled faces of customers appear. They had stopped eating and looked with worried eyes at a gentleman, black as night under the flashes of lightning, facing him, still seated and imperturbable, this man who seemed to be eating an endless omelet again and again. The heavy moment seemed to last forever.

"Ugh what's going on?"

"I don't know but it feels like the climax of a movie."

These were the words of two consumers, incredulous in front of this scene like so many others. The swordsman gazed disinterestedly at the gentleman in front of him and was the first to break the silence.

"What's up dandy? Do you want to confess your love or something?"

At these words, the audience burst out laughing, but the gentleman remained calm. This moment that sounded like an execution had just taken an unexpected turn by everyone and everyone was laughing heartily.Only the gentleman remained calm in front of his interlocutor.

"Maybe, I feel very interested in that sword over there, can I wear it for a second?"

The swordsman looks at him with disinterest from bottom to top and sighs nonchalantly.

"Look at your shrimp legs, it's rather you who's gotta be carried by this sword, better eat something instead of making people sick with your face."

The laughter of the crowd filled the room, the swordsman seemed able to make the crowd dance on the palms of his hands, but strangely the gentleman did not flinch, a very serene air and an invisible smile behind his mustache.

"Speaking of eating, what are you eating? You've been eating the same omelet for 20 minutes, which strangely hasn't changed shape, like if waiting..."

"Bold of you to talk about change, I'm sure my egg has changed more in 20 minutes than you since you were young, shrimp."

"...For your Character Development."

This time the crowd fell silent. The detective's words sent a shiver through the whole room and the swordsman, earlier triumphant, felt a shiver run up his spine. Random voices could be heard.

"Character development? As a...protagonist?"

"No, now that I look closely... doesn't this guy stand out too much?"

"Thou do not mean..."

The swordsman stood up in a panic and tried to calm the room.

"Hey there, calm down, I'm just really slow, ok? And my sword is just a decoration! In fact, I use magic instead!"

"So you are a swordsman AND a magic user? Interesting, interesting, aren't you quite the genius Sounds a lot like... an MC!"

The whole crowd gasped at the detective's words.

"A-a MC? ! He is??"

"Oh my god, that... That makes sense! that explains why this goddamn egg is regenerating like crazy: it must be for his character development!"

"Mom told me that you could get killed for a MC character development..."

The swordsman was sweating profusely.

"Wait! Wait! Wait! You can't just accuse me of being a MC like that, do you have any proof? Can you prove that I'm an MC? If I was an MC I would have destroyed clothes, testifying to my heroic adventures, but look at me! I look like anyone!"

The public murmured between them, the swordsman had just scored a good point.

"Anyone with white hair."

"You have something against white-haired people, punk?}

"It's not about you grandpa Leroy..."

It wasn't that a man with a big sword and long white hair was common, but it wasn't that spectacular. In this world, everyone has an abnormal appearance, a queen with swirling golden hair, but with simple marital status, a pink-haired elf preaching love in a sacred place, beastmen, talking objects, normal people, mythological animals, etc. what was fantastic was normal here. But all these people had one thing in common: they weren't MCs. The swordsman had the upper hand.

"SO? Suddenly shutting up? Can't think of saying anything, stupid malnourished shrimp, show us why I'm an MC! Or is this humiliation part of your character development?"

The swordsman was triumphant, glaring at the detective aggressively as if anxiously hoping for his disappearance. But it never comes. The detective casually looked at his watch.

"What? Counting how long you have before you hit the streets again?"

"*giggle* I really like to let the feeling of victory settle in before tearing off their wings little by little."

"Ohoho getting mad? Go ahead shrimp, CRUSH ME!"

Calmly, the detective put his hands in his pockets and turned towards the entrance.

"You asked why I was looking at the clock, right? Well, it was because I was waiting for the right moment and... the moment has come."

The door suddenly opened, revealing a young girl in blue twin tails and a pair of glasses, holding numerous documents in her hands.

"... What is... What is this?"

"Your funeral."