I'm a demon in Tokyo!

Chapter 387 Prologue: The Visible Girl

Hokkaido.

The morning in Asahikawa City is bright and sunny.

Kujo Machi groggily opened her eyes from the uncomfortable hard wooden bed, feeling the morning sunlight burst into her room like a female rapist, slapping her hard to wake her up.

"Fuck..."

She yawned, put on her bear slippers, went outside, and greeted her father, who was still sitting on the sofa, silently watching the game.
Good morning, Dad.

The middle-aged man on the sofa remained silent, seemingly engrossed in watching the game, and did not respond.

It's not surprising that Kujo Machi is like this; his cheapskate father's favorite thing to do is sit on the sofa all day watching that damn football game.

She didn't know why the games could be broadcast every day, every month, and every year. Were those players some kind of superhuman from Krypton, who didn't need to eat, sleep, or do anything?
Wearing dinosaur pajamas, Kujo Machi dragged her slippers to the bathroom, rubbed her eyes, and yawned in front of the mirror.

Then he took a cigarette out of his pajama pocket, put it in his mouth, and skillfully lit it with the lighter on the sink.

Kujo Machi began an epic inhalation of the cigarette he was smoking.

"hiss--"

"call--"

The bathroom was instantly filled with smoke, like a "fairyland".

Snapped!Snapped!
After finishing his cigarette, Kujo Machi first slapped himself twice, then grinned at the mirror and said with a smile,

"Let's start our day full of energy!"

Then comes brushing teeth, washing up, eating breakfast, and drinking milk.

While performing these daily tasks, Kujo Machi silently recited to herself—

My name is Kujo Machi, and I am 18 years old. I live in a detached house in the southern part of Asahikawa City. I am unmarried, have never been in a relationship, and have never participated in any kind of matchmaking event.

Sometimes she would carry elderly people crossing the street back to the sidewalk and make them walk across it again. She never did the homework assigned by her teachers. Her friendships were limited to those between classmates. She was a well-behaved but rebellious girl.

As a delinquent, I attended Asahikawa High School. Every day, I arrived at the classroom at 8:00 AM sharp, and after completing 10,000 hand dynamometer repetitions, I left school at 3:30 PM sharp. I could never arrive a minute early or leave a minute late. I was a true master of time management.

I smoke at least a pack of cigarettes every day, but I never drink a drop of alcohol.

I would go home before sunset and start my unhealthy training in my room. Whether it was long-distance running, boxing, karate, yin-yang techniques, aikido, ancient sword techniques, esoteric Buddhism, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu... I would try them all and not give up after just a dabble.

Then, I will fall asleep between 11:55 pm and 0:0 am, ensuring I get a full seven hours of sleep and sleep soundly until dawn, without carrying any unnecessary memories from yesterday to the next day.

I went to see a doctor, and the doctor said I was mentally normal.

After saying all that, all I really want to say is...

I have no extravagant desires. I am not a saint who would show great mercy, nor do I have any unnecessary curiosity. I only hope to live peacefully until I die quietly, that's all.

As Kujo Machi finished reciting the last sentence in his mind, he stuffed the last bite of crispy bread and fried egg mixed with milk into his mouth.

"I'm done eating."

After saying that, Kujo Machi put the watch that was next to him on his wrist, slung his bulging backpack over his back, and then walked to the entrance and put on ordinary running shoes suitable for strenuous exercise.

Instead of wearing the school's uniform sailor suit and skirt, she wore loose black trousers and a thick windbreaker, looking every bit the delinquent girl.

"Dad, Mom, I'm going out."

Without waiting for a response, Kujo Machi closed the door and left.

As soon as she stepped out the door, her hand, tucked into the sleeve of her windbreaker, began to grip a hand dynamometer marked with "300" on the bottom, at a speed similar to her stride frequency.

Not long after she walked down the street, young men and women who looked to be around the same age started greeting her.

"Isn't this Kujou-kun? Why is he dressed like that again?"

"Good morning, Kujo-kun~"

"Wow, Kujo-kun is so handsome!"

No matter who greeted Kujo Machi, she simply stared straight ahead, gripping the hand gauge in her hand, and remained expressionless without responding.

After walking several dozen more steps, the horrific sound of a car collision reached Kujo Machi's ears.

"It seems like there was another car accident on that road..."

A crowd gathered, murmuring and whispering, a cacophony of somber voices and mournful weeping.

Kujo Machi walked by, gripping his grip strength gauge, completely unconcerned.

She turned and walked into the next intersection.

At the intersection, the green light came on, and the flow of people and vehicles moved slowly.

Kujo Machi glanced down at the watch on her wrist, gripped the hand strength meter, and mingled with the crowd as she crossed the zebra crossing.

The weather was hot in July and August. Kujo Machi was dressed warmly and had been gripping a strength meter the whole way, so her little face was already a bit rosy.

"I'm feeling a bit craving a drink..."

She glanced at the vending machine that was right next to her out of the corner of her eye, hesitated for a moment, then turned around and jogged to the chain convenience store to buy a bottle of chilled orange juice coffee.

As the cool coffee went down her throat, Kujo Machi felt someone gently pat her shoulder and say with a smile, "Kujo-kun, the sky is cloudless today, the weather is so nice."

Kujo Machi felt the weight on his shoulder, turned around expressionlessly, and saw a boy smiling awkwardly, looking slightly uneasy.

It was her classmate, but she couldn't quite remember his name.

"It's good."

Kujo Machi nodded slightly in agreement, but did not look up at the sky.

She didn't linger at the convenience store any longer. Instead, she walked silently to the school gate, clutching her grip strength meter in the dappled sunlight.

When she arrived, the security guard was just about to go to the security room to get the electronic key to close the school gate, and the timing was still perfect.

Kujo Masashi blended into the scattered crowd and entered the teaching building.

"Good morning!"

"Good morning……"

In the hallway, energetic young men and women greeted each other with good morning. Kujo Machi, carrying a backpack and wearing a windbreaker, walked through the crowd, looking particularly out of place.

The grip strength meter got tired.

Kujo Machi yawned, looking rather sleepy, closed his eyes, switched hands while holding the dynamometer, and continued walking toward the classroom.

Even with her eyes closed, she could still skillfully walk through the corridor, step over the threshold, and then precisely pull out the chair in her seat and sit down.

Because her seat was in the last row, closest to the pile of junk and trash cans, fewer students moved to that side.

Nine wise men find joy in leisure.

Soon, the first math class began.

I don’t know if the school’s electronic bell is broken, but Kujo Machi saw that even though it was time to go and the math teacher had already come into the classroom, the bell still hadn’t rung.

However, not many people paid attention to such a trivial matter.

Kujo Machi looked around and then, not caring, half-closed his eyes and pretended to doze off.

Of course, the hand under the table didn't forget to keep squeezing the grip strength meter.

If someone were to lift up her windbreaker, they would see that the arms hidden under the thick clothing were not the fair and tender arms of an ordinary JK (high school girl), but rather strong and resilient muscles that looked as if they had been cast in molten steel.

I squeezed the grip strength meter for quite a while.

The math teacher on the podium tapped the blackboard with chalk.

"Class, we'll end after we finish explaining this big problem."

Suddenly, Kujo Machi felt a surge of urge to urinate rising in his lower abdomen.

In just a few seconds, she was almost unable to hold back.

If we wait until after class to go, something might be revealed.

"Is it because I drank too much coffee just now...?"

Kujo Machi muttered a dissatisfied remark, then raised the hand that wasn't gripping the dynamometer and said, "Teacher, I need to go to the toilet!"

In the relaxed classroom environment, the math teacher waved her hand, indicating that she should leave through the back door. She walked through the empty corridor to the women's restroom, casually closed the half-open window, and then squatted down in the sun-warmed stall, half-closing the door and lighting a cigarette.

Relax and begin to let yourself go.

Before Kujo Machi had finished his cigarette, he could faintly hear some noises coming from outside the window.

It's probably the school bell ringing.

Surprisingly, the school was quite efficient and fixed the electronic bell in no time.

She threw the cigarette butt down the drain and flushed it away, clicking her tongue in amazement.

Instead of returning to the classroom, she went directly to the changing room to change into a comfortable gymnastics outfit and began doing warm-up exercises by herself.

—The next class is physical education. Because of her good physical fitness, the physical education teacher has always adopted a "hands-off" approach to her.

The intermittent ringing of bells echoed across the playground.

By the time Kujo Machi came out, the roll call was already over.

She didn't mind and started running laps on the playground by herself.

After 25 laps.

Kujo Machi breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his chin, and glanced at his watch—10,000 meters, less than 30 minutes, barely passable.

I still have a lot of spare capacity left...

After finishing the 10,000-meter race, Kujo Machi returned to the locker room by herself, wiped herself down briefly, and changed back into her original clothes.

Unfortunately, I missed the bell for the end of get out of class again.

In short, throughout the day, Kujo Machi kept missing the school bell for some inexplicable reason.

She realized this after not hearing the pre-dismissal bell, but seemed completely unconcerned.

"That's what delinquent girls are like, who's stupid enough to go to and from school on time anymore..."

After finishing most of a pack of cigarettes, Kujo Machi chuckled, quickened his pace, and left the school before the dismissal bell rang.

I returned home before sunset, had a quick dinner, and then began my usual training for the evening.

Tonight's "topic" is...

Kujo Machi flipped through the notebook in her hand, silently glancing at the words "Shuaiju" before turning the page.

On the next page, the words "Buddhism" appeared before her eyes.

"Okay, let's continue learning this."

After returning home, instead of continuing to use the hand strength meter, the girl, wearing a short-sleeved shirt, started doing planks. Her muscles were incredibly well-defined. She then began to look through the books she had collected that were related to "Buddha".

Until he saw his eyelids drooping, Kujo Machi fell asleep on the bed.

Silent all night.

The next day.

Kujo Machi glanced at the large, bulky TV that was still playing a ball game, said "I'm going out," and then left carrying a hand grip meter in each hand.

She had only taken a couple of steps outside when she noticed something was amiss.

strangeness.

Why are fewer people greeting me today?
Kujo Machi glanced at the cherry blossom tree not far away, then casually looked around before calmly turning her gaze away and walking towards the school.

But apart from seeing fewer classmates along the way, nothing else changed.

Perhaps I'm just being paranoid...

Kujo Machi settled down.

The entrance to Asahikawa High School.

Kujo Machi paused slightly, his nose twitching as he caught a whiff of a mixture of dead rats and rotting flesh that had been fermenting for weeks—a smell that would make an ordinary person vomit instantly.

"What's that smell? It stinks!"

She suppressed the urge to cover her nose with her hand, and then casually looked around.

However, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

After hesitating for a moment at the school gate, Kujo Machi heard some unfamiliar words coming from passersby, but still steeled himself and walked into the school.

At least, everything in school is something I "know" about!

No matter what happens, she has a way to deal with it.

Kujo Masashi carefully stuffed the weight back into his bag and pulled out a pair of brass knuckles.

She thought about it and was still a little worried.

Then he took out an electric shock baton from his bulging backpack, put five strings of smooth, subtly glowing prayer beads on each arm, and stuck a bunch of different talismans on his body.

This is not finished.

A silver cross, strangely-tasting garlic, and rooster blood packaged in vacuum...

It took more than two minutes for Kujo Machi, fully equipped, to look the same as yesterday as he walked through the sparsely populated corridor back to the classroom.

pat.

Kujo Machi paused slightly as she noticed the faint red reflection on the wall tiles. Without even thinking, she knew what she had stepped on.

The nauseating smell intensified, even causing her stomach to spasm.

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay...

She kept telling herself that once she entered the classroom, all these "illusions" would disappear.

On the surface, Kujo Machi walked to the classroom door with a blank expression.

Her running shoes sank deep into a mixture of black blood and corpse oil.

Kujo Machi looked up—

Inside the classroom, the naked students lay sprawled in the red and black liquid like sheep, already dead beyond any doubt, yet maintaining a blissful expression as if they were about to ascend to ecstasy.

It was a scene of hell that was so bizarre it couldn't be more eerie.

In the center of those corpses stood a middle school girl who seemed to be trembling with excitement, digging her ears into her hands, her dark eyes fixed on her.

Moreover, above the girl's head was a terrifying fleshy ball with ten enormous scarlet eyeballs all over its body!
The middle school girl looked up and, the moment she saw her, her eyes immediately shone with a frightening light.

In an instant, all the eyes on that fleshy ball, which was about the same size as the girl's head, also stared intently at her!

He even showed a human-like joy!
Then, the girl and the ball of flesh rushed over together!

Kujo Machi felt a chill run down his spine and his heart rate suddenly spiked.

But she stood there, her eyes vacant, pretending not to see.

Until the middle school girl approached and grabbed her arm with her hand.

—Damn, I knew these cheap Buddhist beads and talismans were useless!
Kujo Machi felt like his soul was about to fly away.

and many more……

Kujo Machi was stunned for a moment when he felt the solid sensation in his arm.

living person?

Is there anyone still alive in this godforsaken place?

Are you kidding me?
Could it be a fake human?
"Sister, my name is Chisa."

She held her breath and saw the middle school girl stand on tiptoe, tilt her head up, and whisper in her ear, carefully and softly, in the lowest possible voice.

"Can you see it too?"

　A new volume begins. The first chapter is just a small setup; the story will connect later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)