After showering and getting ready, Kyoji stepped out in a crisp ivory shirt, loose beige trousers, and brown loafers. A leather belt and vintage watch added a quiet touch of class—simple, refined, and effortlessly sharp.
Of course, the outfit he wore was simply Mimic Weave shaped to look like this.
Mimic Weave had been his go-to for the past few days.
It was just simple.
Instead of digging through his wardrobe for something to wear, he could do it all with a single outfit that could easily change into any type of clothing—formal wear, casual outfits, or even simple household clothes. You name it.
He just had to imagine it, and—voila—he had clothes. It was also self-cleaning, so he could wear it all day without worrying about laundry.
It was just too convenient.
Butler James was already waiting for him downstairs, standing beside a line of maids who looked like they were sending him off on a long journey to some faraway land or something.
