The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 569: Battle for Ajian (10)

The perfect combination of the otakus' neat shouts and the music made the atmosphere on the scene extremely warm.

At the entrance of the studio, Shichijo Masato covered his forehead and sighed as he listened to the noisy sounds: "This dance... no matter how many times I watch it, it feels so embarrassing. I don't want to talk to them at all. I feel so disgusted that I have goose bumps all over my body."

In the eyes of Nanajo Masato, not only were the movements disgusting, but also the bad smell in the air. Even from a long distance, Nanajo Masato could smell the sweat odor on the fat boys who were dancing enthusiastically.

"Forget it... Anyway, as long as grandpa and big brother can wake up..." Nanajo Masato shook his head. He couldn't care less now.

During the intermission of the event, when the audience was shouting "Encore", Inuyama Heita wiped the sweat from his head and quickly ran to the passage outside. When he came out of the bathroom, he ran into Shichijo Masato as expected.

"Heitaro, Ken, we meet again." Nanajo Masato said while leaning against the wall.

Inuyama Heita took a step back and said in a panic: "Sure enough, is this another trap?"

"Wow~ This guy is haunting me." Ken complained while hiding behind Inuyama Heita: "Does he covet my body so much?"

Inuyama Heita looked at him warily and asked, "Mr. Nanajo, what do you want to do?"

At the same time, he looked around, trying to determine the escape route and see if there was any ambush.

"Don't worry, there's no need to look. There's no ambush around. I'm not such a despicable person." Nanajo Masato said tiredly, "I won't use force to take Ken away. I just want to talk to you."

Inuyama Heita frowned and said, "Mr. Nanajo, we have talked about this once before, right? It will be the same if we talk about it again this time."

"That's right!" Jian said in a pretentious manner, "The Inuyama clan will never let you take me away! Don't even think about using me as a sacrifice to remove the curse on your family!"

Nanajo Masato said calmly, "Just this once, let's find a quiet place and talk openly. As long as you agree, I will give Kiki and the others more resources. You've noticed, right? Kiki and the others have obviously increased their activities recently. This is all my sincerity. I believe that with the operation of the foundation, it won't be difficult for them to hold a concert at the Budokan."

"Bu... Budokan?!" Ajian shouted in disbelief. Budokan is the dream of many idols.

"What if we don't agree to your request?" Inuyama Heita looked at him in disbelief and asked, "What will you do to Qiqi and the others?"

Ah Jian chimed in: "Yeah, what will happen?"

"It's nothing." Nanajo Masato said, "I'm not interested in them, it's just that their resources will remain the same as before."

Ken heaved a sigh of relief: "That's good... Then let's go, Inuyama clan, let's go home. Anyway, Chichi and the others have already played."

Nanajo Masato was stunned: "Don't you want them to get more resources?"

"Of course I hope so." Ah Jian said seriously, "But I don't want them to become bargaining chips for our transactions. They are not objects, but idols with their own identities. Even if they fail to reach the top in the end, it doesn't matter. At least they have tried their best to show themselves, just like us. Setbacks and regrets are also part of life."

"Excuse me." Inuyama Heita bowed politely and wanted to take Ajian away.

"Wait, what about Masaki?" Nanajo Masato asked quickly, "I can help you reunite with her, but you still won't talk to me?"

Takeru's eyes widened, "Reuniting with Masaki-chan...what do you mean?"

"If you want to know, just follow me." Nanajo Masato said, and then walked forward on his own.

After hearing those words, Ajian followed him as if he had lost his mind.

"Mr. Ken!" Inuyama Heita had no choice but to follow.

They walked all the way to the lounge at the end. Shichijo Masato opened the door with a key and turned on the light inside.

"Please come in." said Nanajo Masato.

Ken and Inuyama Heita walked in with confusion, and then found that the whole room was filled with video games and animations! In front of an old TV were several old game consoles of various models. There were also potato chips, drinks and various snacks around, as well as a soft sofa and an assembled old-fashioned optical drive computer next to it.

"Oh oh oh! Aren't these the Saturn and Pixar game consoles~" When Ajian saw these things, he showed a nostalgic look and couldn't help but walk forward to look here and touch there.

As soon as Inuyama Heita saw it, he knew it was bad. If it were a dozen years ago, this would be the room that otakus dreamed of. How could Ken resist?

"How strange~" Ah Jian looked at the pile of games and animations and scratched his head in confusion: "Why are these games not the popular ones, but there are a lot of shitty and unpopular works? Let me take a look~"

Suddenly, Ajian was stunned because he saw a familiar cover and name.

Nanajo Masato's expression changed, and he immediately walked over, took out the game disk, and asked with a strange look on his face: "So... you are looking for this?"

That game was "Tokimeki Bishoujo Adventure", and the big eyes of the female character that took up most of her face were very impressive.

"Masaki-chan..." Ken stared blankly at the cover of the box.

Nanajo Masato felt relieved, and burst out with joy. He thought to himself, "Sure enough! I succeeded! I found what Jian was obsessed with!"

But the next second, he felt speechless again: Why would a person's love for a game character become a firm obsession after death? Isn't this otaku too weird? It's simply impossible to understand with common sense!

"Let's go! Inuyama clan!" Ken suddenly came to his senses and said angrily, "What? It's just the first generation. We have it at home! This guy lied to us again! Let's go back and play games!"

After saying that, he reached into the jade pendant in Inuyama Heita's pocket.

Inuyama Heita could only say sorry to Shichijo Masato and left.

Shichijo Masato watched them leave but was not discouraged. He looked at the game in his hand and smiled.

"As long as we have determined our goal, everything will be fine... Any problem that can be solved with money is not a problem for me." Nanajo Masato murmured, "Grandpa, big brother, I will save you."

……

At night, in a rental house in Tokyo, the room was full of takeaway garbage, piled up like a mountain and emitting a foul smell. A man was kneeling on the ground with an unsheathed sword in his hand. He was talking to himself crazily, as if he had a split personality, talking to himself.

"Please! I don't want this... Please let me go, or I will be exposed." He said in a humble tone.

"Pull it out of me." Then, he said in a stern tone.

"No...please, don't..."

"I said, pull me out."

“Ahhhh…don’t come near me, don’t come near me!”

He retreated to the corner with the knife in his hand, as if someone was approaching him, but strangely, there was no one in the room except him.

"I don't want to die! I know, I'll just pull it out!" He looked at the sword in his hand in despair, gripped the hilt, and slowly pulled the sword out. On the blade that was flashing with cold light, the shadow of an evil ghost was reflected...

The man's body stiffened, and he silently stood up from the tatami and stretched his neck.

"Okay, then..." The man's eyes were completely different from before. He opened his mouth and murmured:

"Exorcists...die!"

(End of this chapter)