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Yuzuriha's brow furrowed, her cheeks puffed as she pout at Senku, who don't know what and why is she pouting about but he can tell something involve him or actually him is bothering her. "If you have something to say then say it, Yuzuriha. " Senku spoke, his eyes was focused on the new blueprint in his hands than seeing Yuzuriha's pouty face.
Yuzuriha doesn't waste too much time an ad get into the problem by pointing her finger at his shoes. "Your footwear, it's lacking, you know that? " She place her hands on her hips, hunch a bit. Senku turn to take a look at her, so she was bothered by his shoes.
Senku glanced down at his feet. He was currently wearing what could generously be described as crude leather sacks, tied with rough vines. They were functional but barely offering some protection from the sharp rocks and dirty from the mud.
"They serve their purpose. " Senku said, though he knew Yuzuriha's keen eyes hadn't missed the worn patches and the way they seemed to mold ungracefully around his feet. Besides, isn't she the one with Kaseki telling him something about aesthetic appeals in some of the stuffs he ask them to make?
"It look like you've stuffes your feet into a bags before heading out to conquer the world ,Senku-kun. " Yuzuriha said, her smile broadening. "Which, I suppose, you are doing. But there's no reason you can't do it with a little more… Structural integrity and, dare I say, panache? "
Senku blinked. "Panache? In footwear? Yuzuriha, my priorities lie in gunpowder and the telegraph, not fashion statements. "
"But comfort and durability are scientific principles too, aren't they? " She countered, finally revealing what she'd been hiding. It was a pair of boots, expertly crafted from thicker, supple leather, stitched with an intricate, reinforced pattern.
Senku's eyes widen, he wouldn't say it's a trendy boots in the 21st century. More of cowboy-ish?The soles were ridged, promising better traction. They looked sturdy, well-made, and surprisingly stylish, with a clean, utilitarian design that Yuzuriha would say it fit Senku's aesthetic.
Senku look up and saw in Yuzuriha's eyes is sparkling to tell him try them on but she was too excited and eagerly wanna see him wear it to form they words from her throat. She practically bounced on the balls of her feet, her gaze fixed on his face, brimming with a plea.
Senku raised an eyebrow, a slow smile beginning to form on his lips. He knew that look. It was the same intensity Taiju had when he was about to smash through a mountain, or Kohaku when she was about to leap into battle. Yuzuriha are no different when she had her moments of absolute determination.
He set down the blueprint and, with a sigh, sat on a nearby stool. "Alright, alright, don't get your hair in a knot. Let's see what kind of magic your fingers have conjured this time. " He said.
Senku untied and tossed away piece of trash that is his 'shoes', how long have he wore these and in the rain is the worst. He slipped his feet into the boots. The soles offered incredible grip, the leather are supple yet reassuringly tough. He stood up, testing his weight. The usual jarring impact of the uneven ground seemed significantly reduced.
Yuzuriha's heart is pounding against her chest like a hammer smashing her heart into mini pieces. "No good? I can make scandals instead. "
"Hmm," He hummed, taking a few steps around the workshop. "These aren't half bad. Good support, excellent traction. You've outdone yourself, Yuzuriha. "
Yuzuriha beamed with pride, receiving Senku's approval is enough to know that her project is a success. That means... There will be no there bag-shoes Senku going to wear, a very pleasant relief.