"Change the style? Haven't I given you enough styles already?"
Zhao Guang widened his eyes. The various artistic styles he had provided Ocoro did not include anything painted on the body. Ocoro had done this to himself. Was he expected to find even more styles, wondering if Ocoro would continue to modify himself?
"Now that you mention it, it does seem to be the case. It just feels like there's no fun in only painting on paper."
"If that doesn't work, just make a fake one with a statue then."
"Good idea, you really are a true artist. I'll have someone make a statue to my exact proportions and then draw on it. That damn waste, he'd never see this coming."
Oh no, had he just opened the doors to a new world for him?
If there were statues of Ocoro everywhere in the future, it would definitely send shivers down anyone's spine.
But never mind; that day would probably never come, at least Yars would never allow Ocoro to do such a thing.
