Tokyo Wingman King

"Well, hello, Jinguji-senpai."

Asama stepped out of the shadows and nodded in response to Jinguji.

The fortune teller smiled charmingly and did not intend to look away.

Just as Asama was about to pass by, Jinguji raised his arms and suddenly lay down. For a moment, the waves were like anger, and the narrow aisle was blocked by her.

The veins on the slender neck follow the swirl of the head, revealing the elegant curves of a swan pecking at water.

A pretty face that looked like it had been drinking late at night was facing Asama, with flowing eyes full of joy.

"Hey, why don't you accompany me and have a little chat with my sister?"

".Is this necessary?"

"If you don't take the guidance of fate seriously, you will be in bad luck."

Seeing Asama standing still and not stepping over her, Jinguji straightened up, winked his left eye seductively at Asama, and patted the floor next to her thigh.

Asama put the tub with a change of clothes aside and sat down.

"Being a slave to fate is about certainty, but fate itself is just throwing dice, and certainty does not exist."

"So destiny cannot be judged by scientific and rational analysis, but can be perceived with essential intuition. The reason why [transcendental] exists is not just a symbol of the existence of destiny?"

"Senior Jinguji, you asked me to sit down because you wanted to talk to me about Husserl?"

"No. But our [Five Photographic Emperor Master] in Yinghe is currently interested in studying phenomenology. You can find out about this with a little inquiry."

Jinguji groped inside her skirt again and took out a lollipop. On the package, the eight-petal yellow flower logo designed by the artist Dali was very eye-catching.

It's grape-flavored Chupa Chups.

Her face seemed to be covered with a haze composed of alcohol, making it difficult to tell whether she was joking or happy.

"This is the reward I just showed you for my kindness. I was prepared to be kicked away by you."

Who do you think I am?
Asama did not take the lollipop, but followed the camera and looked at the night sky through the square patio.

"If it's just about fortune telling or talking about Yu-Gi-Oh, I'll quit."

"I won't be so ignorant in front of a magician. So, please spare a few minutes for me to chat. This is for me and for yourself."

Why did you become a magician again?
According to Komabata, although Konoe was not found in the afternoon, Jinguji Rimi was found preaching to the people of the Teizui Party in the woods near the stream near the hotel.

As the core group of Asama's fan base, the [Teisui Party] is even larger than a large club such as the Men's Volleyball Club.

As for Jinguji, it seems that he also serves as a cadre of the Teichui Party.

In other words, the fortune teller in front of him is his fan.

Now that we've met him, it might be a good idea to get some information.

"Before I do this, let me ask you, did you deliberately calculate that I would take this path and therefore wait for me here, or did you say that you were just taking pictures of the stars and stopped me just on a whim."

"On the earth, every river and every drop of water will eventually meet. This is an unchangeable destiny. It's very romantic, right?"

Hermann Hesse's "Will all the waters of the world meet again, like the Arctic Ocean and the Nile mingling in wet clouds"?

"But in the universe, not every star's star path will intersect."

Jinguji smiled and said,
"Yinghe is a small earth, and you are the largest sea."

"No need to put a high hat on me."

Suddenly there was a Tarot card in Jinguji's hand - a man in white and red robes pointed to the sky and the ground, with a Möbius ring floating on his head - this was a 22-card Major Arcana The magician card among the cards.

"Look at the four things on the table in front of the magician: earth - gold coins - wealth, wind - sword - force, fire - scepter - power, water - Holy Grail - love and miracles. Those who master these four objects can guide more. Many people can lead to infinity, but in fact, throughout the ages, only a handful of people have truly mastered the power of the Holy Grail. And you, Mr. Asama, can easily make people fall in love with you, so I think it was just a matter of time. The most ordinary review.”

"Sorry, I'm a materialist, and your statements are just assumptions that can't even be justified."

Like a magician, Jinguji pinched the Magician's Tarot card into the palm of her hand and disappeared. She leaned closer to where Asama was sitting and looked up at the stars.

"I'm also wondering why Mr. Asama, who always likes to deny others, has such great charm? On June 6, I noticed that a star turned from dim to dazzling. Then, after the sports festival, I discovered At least thirty stars around that star have also lit up. Now, I am convinced that that star is you. I don’t know how my destiny will be lit up by you in the future."

"Where is my star?"

"It can't be seen with the naked eye, it requires spiritual vision."

"Are you the Jinguji Temple of the 12 Shenjing Touma Clan?"

"Does Asama-kun know other Jinguji temples?"

"Speaking of fate, since you said your fate will be illuminated, why did you say before that fate is unchangeable?"

Jinguji Rimi stood up, walked to the camera, and checked the lens.
"Now, Mr. Asama, don't you think that life is just a long exposure?
No matter what kind of life you want to live, no matter what choices you have made, in the end, those overlapping points of light will form a trajectory that will determine your fate. In my opinion, all fate cannot escape the limitations of the lens, so no matter how it moves, changes, or changes the brightness, the final scope of fate is foreseeable. As long as we have not broken the limits of human beings, the shackles and chains of fate will allow us to test the radius of life. "

Seeing that Jinguji's expression was not serious, Asama said,
“Have you ever heard of Nietzsche’s [Eternal Return]?”

"What do you mean?"

"If the universe is, as you say, finite like a long-exposure photo, but time is infinite, then everything that has happened and may happen, like the prints on your clothes, is repeated over and over again. . This means that every person, every choice and every event will appear again countless times.”

"Eternal calamity?"

"Hmm. How would you react if you were told that your life would repeat itself over and over again, without any new changes? Would you feel fear and despair, or would you welcome and accept the possibility?"

"If it is a casual and regretful life, it will naturally be despairing."

"You are right, if we can make every multiple-choice question in life without regrets, if we even acknowledge the regrets we carry with our choices. We will welcome and accept the repetition of life, truly accept life, and truly Become yourself.”

Asama turned on her phone, clicked on the picture of the magician's tarot card on the website, pointed to the Möbius strip on the magician's head and said,
"Most people who know this figure will think that this figure represents [infinity], similar to ouroboros. But in fact, excluding the influence of historical common sense concepts, this figure represents just a small-scale repeated cycle.

Therefore, as Rilke said, "We must go all out without holding on to any hope." No matter whether fate is fixed or variable, it cannot change the people who have accepted life, and their The [existence] carried and interpreted. "

Asama stood up and looked down at Jinguji who happened to be looking up at him.

There was no hint of drunkenness in her eyes.

"I also agree with this saying. Today is yesterday's tomorrow. People think they are facing the present and the future, but in fact, we are all repeating the past."

Asama continued,

"So, regardless of whether you are a slave of fate or not, there is no need to use my name to preach. If your past fate was controlled by others and you fell into purgatory, you can't blame others."

Jinguji smiled gracefully,
"As expected, you all know~ Haha, don't worry, I won't do anything unnecessary. If I enter the cycle of endless hell, maybe this conversation just now will become the most comforting memory for me."

"It's been more than 12 minutes, can I pass?"

"Actually, I didn't mean to stop you just now. Can't you just step over me?" "."

Asama said nothing more, hugging the wooden basin, and disappeared into the corridor leading to the bathhouse like a high school student everywhere.

Jinguji still didn't look away from her.

The number of people who were praising philosophy in front of her could not be counted on both hands. Those half-informed but pretentious dilettantes were even more ridiculous than the clowns in poker.

However, Asama Shizui was different. When communicating with him, the waves of throbbing could not deceive anyone.

There is no doubt that, as rumored, he can make anyone fall in love with him with just a few words.

"Asama's still water? It's obviously a raging ocean
Interesting pseudonym. And a fate that is hard to see through.
Next, will the great flood that sweeps over everyone be your will? "

Jinguji Riwei murmured with blurred eyes.

When they arrived at the bathhouse, Takishima, Yanagi, Kamiyama, and Oshima walked towards them. Oshima still held a glass of unfinished milk in his hand.

It looked like they had just finished soaking.

Tetsuya Takishima stuck to it like a gummy candy.

"Have you just finished your date, Mr. Dai? Let me guess, it's Shimajima-san today, right?"

These people no longer care about the occasion when they call themselves Great Teacher.

"Then let's go back and soak for another half an hour. I just felt like we haven't soaked enough yet."

Oshima Ichiro drank the milk in his hand and suggested to the others.

"Okay, there's nothing wrong with going back anyway."

Koichi Kamiyama shrugged. During this period, his relationship with Domiya, also known as Tomiya, was driving him crazy.

Why do you like boys? Why is Domia a boy?
Or chat with the great teacher to get the answer.

Shosei Yanagye made an OK gesture to Oshima and said to Asama,

"Of course, no problem. The hot springs here are really great. Asama, how about we compare breathing?"

"Not interested in."

After taking off his clothes and wrapping a towel around his waist, Asama walked into the spacious hot spring bath with the four people from Classes B and C.

The bathhouse is semi-open. There is a ventilation gap of about 3 meter between the 1-meter-high bamboo fence wall and the sloped roof above. The bathhouse is surrounded by bamboo stones. It is obviously indoors, but it has the experience of soaking in an outdoor hot spring.

In the large and spacious bathhouse, which is comparable to a water park, there are probably more than 50 boys, mostly first-year students, scattered in twos and threes in every corner.

Since Roman times, it seems that the majority of men still like to soak in large pools.

Many people stayed motionless in the hot springs like capybaras, showing comfortable and dull expressions.

There are also many people who use the bathhouse as a gym, applying essential oils on their bodies and doing poses such as Jojo stand.

There are also people playing poker in hot springs, and the loser has to dive and drink the hot spring water from behind the winner’s butt.

But more people were chatting about ordinary topics about girls, such as whether girls should bathe in hot springs naked or in swimsuits, who has the best figure among the first-year girls, and whether they can still drink hot spring water if they sneak into the girls' bathhouse in the middle of the night. Girls’ bodily fluids, etc.
Asama's desire to go into the hot spring pool has been reduced by 90%. She feels that if she soaks in the pool with these people, she will contract an infectious disease called mental retardation.

The four first-year Class A boys, Arima, Ryuzaki, Horikita, and Hanyu, were each holding soap and playing curling games.

Four people from Class B and C also joined in.

Asama untied the towel and started taking a shower.

"It's so leisurely. You have everything under control?"

The cloth next to him was pulled open, and a complicated voice came out.

Asama glanced at him and saw that it was Seiichiro Yasaka, the monitor of Class K for the first year.

"It is you."

"You can see clearly without wearing those thick glasses. Are the glasses really just your disguise?"

"I remember the voices of everyone who speaks to me."

"That's right, Asama, then tell me, how many layers are there between you and me?"

"If it's a barrier, it's been torn apart by you."

"That means there is only that hacker, and now I can communicate with you directly, right?"

".Can't understand."

"Of course, this is not a place suitable for secret discussions. After all, our combination will definitely attract attention. If you have any plans next, just contact me directly."

"."

"Besides, my incompetent brother has indeed become more presentable, and the burden on me has become much lighter. Thank you for your support of the Yasaka family. Let's go."

Yasaka Seiichiro had already washed it, and just flushed it just to show off.

[Asama Shisui is a descendant of a royal family that is far more noble than the Konoe family], Yasaka is extremely convinced of this.

In addition, the ruthless but practical Imperial Art, the abyss-like wisdom and force, the impeccable behind-the-scenes operation, and the minions, ears and eyes all over Yinghe, step by step dragged out the monsters hidden in Yinghe and cleaned them out. This made Yasaka Seiichiro, who has been proud of himself since childhood. Even an extraordinary person cannot help but feel sorry for him.

Even Konoe and Takashi couldn't take advantage of him, but Nijo, who never ALL IN, and Ryuzaki were both used by him.

It's just that the rewards for individuals are too few. Could it be said that the mission experience during this period is also included in the rewards?
With doubts in his mind, Yasaka Seiichiro left the bathing place surrounded by the boys from Class K.

After Asama took a shower, the fatigue accumulated for countless days finally faded away, as if she was chipping wood in the afternoon.

Suddenly the noise in Arima's corner became several times louder, and other groups in the bathhouse turned their attention to it.

"what's the situation?"

"It seems like the boys from classes A, B, C, D, E, and F are competing to see who is bigger."

"Better than that?"

Are these people really elementary school students?

Asama approached the crowd of onlookers and heard Horikita's cold voice with his back to everyone,

"Is it just this level? Just give up. I can guarantee that no one will be hurt."

After saying that, Horikita untied the towel from his waist. (End of chapter)