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Chapter 126, Section 124: Muramasa Takii

Chapter 126, Section 124: Muramasa Takii (Please subscribe!)

"Ahem, due to some special reasons, Ikeda-sensei will not be able to come back to teach for a while, so tomorrow we will officially assign a new class to your first grade, third group."

Two days after the holiday, the coach announced the matter as discreetly as possible at the morning meeting.

It's best to avoid saying things like Ikeda Rui is suspected of murdering those students.

The official identity of Ikeda has not yet been revealed, and the reporters have been drawn away by the more explosive Tokyo Monster incident, which has greatly reduced the pressure on their school.

However, if it is confirmed that Ikeda Rui is the murderer, he will definitely be able to stubbornly squeeze into the trending topics list and occupy a place.

They try to avoid trending topics like this at all costs.

The students murmured amongst themselves after hearing this, but were generally quite pleased.

It's only been a few days since school started, so why would I feel reluctant to leave?

Faced with the overwhelming pressure of Ikeda's team leadership, even if you haven't done anything wrong, you'll feel a strange sense of guilt. You'll feel like you've committed a heinous crime if you leave a bite of your lunch uneaten.

It would be great if someone ordinary, less strict person could take charge this time.

You shouldn't be like Ikeda, with his imposing physique and taciturn nature; nor should you be like the coach, rigid, stern, and prone to rambling nonsense.

Ideally, she should be like that inexperienced female teacher in the next class who seems easy to bully.

"There's one more thing. One of your students hasn't been to school due to health reasons, but he's back today. Come in, Muramasa."

The coach looked towards the door and waved.

Muramasa Taki walked gracefully into the classroom, stood beside the podium, her slightly pale face bearing a gentle smile, and bowed to the students: "Hello everyone, I am Muramasa Taki, from Mie Prefecture. I look forward to your guidance in the future."

After saying that, he picked up the chalk and wrote his name on the blackboard.

In the class, many boys felt their hearts flutter like puppy love at that moment, as if the waters of love were flowing from the sky.

"I think I saw a Yamato Nadeshiko."

"It's like I've met the mother of my dreams."

I think I saw milk.

Each one is more outrageous than the last.

However, judging by her face alone, Muramasa Taki is indeed the purest and gentlest type of high school girl, exuding a calming "motherly" aura.

He glanced at the expressionless Chiba Shion on the back desk. Hmm, they were definitely two extremes.

Chiba met Higashiyama Shin's gaze, his lips twitching stiffly a few times before a slightly strange smile appeared, which vanished in an instant.

“Laughing like that is tiring,” she said.

"Everyone's smile is different; the most beautiful smile is the one that suits you best. You've probably never seen me smile like this before."

Shin Higashiyama imitated a classic Japanese sunny boy's silly smile.

Chiba's eyes seemed to be momentarily dazed by the sunlight. He raised his hands and placed them on Higashiyama Shin's face, suppressing his smile.

"I'm the only one I've ever seen, am I?"

".I guess so."

Chiba's hands were cold, and Higashiyama Shin didn't want to say anything, otherwise his fingers would have sunk into his mouth.

The coach coughed heavily twice, and the old man's menopausal voice instantly silenced the adolescent restlessness in the class.

At this moment, Taki had finished writing her name and turned around.

"Alright, Muramasa is still quite weak due to health reasons, so she won't be participating in PE class for the time being. Please take good care of her and don't let me find out if she's bullying any of her classmates!"

"Yes!"

"Muramasa-kun, there are a few empty seats in the classroom. Please choose one."

"Yes, thank you teacher."

Taki politely thanked her, then glanced at the few empty seats before choosing the one furthest back, surrounded by girls on all sides.

Higashiyama Shin's expression remained unchanged, but he was already somewhat puzzled.

There's something evil about it.

But Muramasa is indeed a human being.

He still carries an aura of "evil," but whether it is "major evil" or "minor evil" is very vague, to the point that even with his birth date, it might not be possible to calculate it properly.

"Even the Five Star Constellation Master and the Spirit-Nourishing Fiery Eye can deceive him? It seems he is at least a demon of the Crimson Bone level."

Don't be fooled by the fact that Zhu Hai was killed by a single slash and a lightning bolt; he might seem like a complete weakling.

In reality, it is not weak, and Zhu Hai's greatest strength should lie in lurking in the shadows and causing trouble, absorbing more negative human energy to grow stronger.

But perhaps he was completely suffocated after being trapped in the escape cave for hundreds of years. As soon as he came out and couldn't sense the presence of a stronger being, he couldn't help but cause a ruckus. He became so arrogant that by the time he realized what was happening and tried to run away, it was too late.

The result was that not half a pound of the demon and the ashes were left; it was all scattered.

What does this mean?
It's no big deal to survive temporarily; the world is still quite dangerous.

His current methods are still too limited. Even if he can withstand nuclear bombs, he may not be able to withstand asteroids. Even if he can withstand asteroids, what if this universe has a will that automatically corrects his alien soul and causes a solar helium flash?
We can't exactly go to Proxima Centauri.

Thinking about it this way, there's still room for improvement.

To ensure the situation remains under control, we need to find out in advance where Muramasa Takii's demonic aura came from. "These are truly turbulent times, but don't overthink it. It all comes down to safety, safety, and more safety. During your two-day holiday, we conducted a very rigorous special disaster preparedness drill. This morning, instructors will explain and demonstrate it to you, so pay close attention."

Students are generally willing to accept anything as long as it's not lecturing or standing around listening to nonsense.

The next part of the lesson involved an instructor who was a former member of the Self-Defense Forces explaining how to respond to suspicious incidents at school, on the road, or at home, and requiring each person to download an "Extraordinary Situation Warning Map" on their phone.

Once an unusual situation occurs nearby, the map will delineate "danger zone," "cover zone," and "safe zone."

The danger zone, needless to say, is where you are close to a source of danger and need to get away quickly; the cover zone indicates that you should seek cover and hide carefully in this area, and if you have time, it is best to run to the safe zone.

"That's too exaggerated. It only happened once, but suddenly it feels like we're living in a very dangerous world."

"But I heard that over a thousand people died this time alone. It's terrifying."

"I told you, the authorities have always known about this, but they've been keeping it from the public. Otherwise, why would there be such a huge commotion? In just a few days, preventative measures and software have already been implemented. There must always be vampires, paladins, and monsters in the dark side of this world."

"Have you been watching too many news reports about officials neglecting their duties? You don't know how efficient it is for the government to take real action?"

The students whispered among themselves, sharing all sorts of messages.

Some people worry that the world will descend into chaos and want to move away; some believe that where there is evil, there is justice, and that the country must have some kind of secret superhuman force; others take a scientific approach and believe that the fear stems from insufficient caliber, and that no carbon-based life form could withstand high-temperature radiation.

"Do you want to buy amulets? I'll get them made by a priest at Nezu Shrine. They're three thousand each, or ten thousand for three amulets."

Nobi didn't participate in the discussion; he was absent-minded, staring blankly at the area around his phone screen.

The two-day holiday did not make him feel much better; on the contrary, he lived in constant fear.

When the instructor came in, he even thought he had been discovered and that the man was there to arrest him. His heart was pounding in his chest, and he was so scared that he tried to use his ability to escape through the window.

Fortunately, reason prevailed and stopped him from acting.

"This can't go on."

He finished the exercise and afternoon classes amidst his sighs and groans, and it was time to go home.

[Looking for: Nobi-san, could you please come to the game club warehouse if you have time? I need to move some things.]

Nobita didn't want to go home so soon, so he agreed.

Upon arriving at the game company's warehouse, the door was already open, and Asano Hiroshi was staring blankly at an antique arcade machine in front of him.

"Asano-senpai, what do you need to move?"

Nobita placed his bag on the table beside him and asked casually.

"That arcade machine from last time, didn't it have some problems? Take it over and have them fix it." Asano quickly glanced at Nobi's absent-minded expression and pointed to an arcade machine, saying simply.

"Okay, let's start moving it then." Nobita nodded, not even glancing at the arcade machine, and squatted down to the side.

Asano walked to the other side, and on the count of one, two, three, the two of them lifted the arcade machine up.

On the way to the game club, Asano, looking strained, kept observing Nobita's condition.

Soon, they brought the arcade machines to the video game club.

"One, two, three, slowly put it down, phew, all done."

President Kanai Chito stopped introducing his self-made game to the newcomer, glanced at the machine that had been brought over, and asked Asano curiously, "Why did you bring this old relic over here? I remember there's a power outlet in the warehouse if you want to play it."

"Didn't we have a screen glitch during the last recruitment? I thought you could fix it if you have some free time now, President." Asano took a breath and adjusted his glasses.

"Huh? I fixed that machine the very next day. If it needed repair, why would I need to move it all over? Besides, these old things are prone to problems... um?"

As they were talking, Kanai suddenly stopped, leaned closer to examine the machine more closely, then looked at Asano with amusement and pointed at him with a laugh.

"Haha, I didn't expect you to make a mistake, Asano. Putting everything else aside, the Street Fighter we moved over that day, and the one you moved over is King of Fighters... wait, good heavens, this thing's weight hasn't been modified, it's practically a lump of iron. And you two actually carried it over like that? Impressive."

Asano nodded in realization: "I got it mixed up, I'm sorry."

"It's alright, do you need help carrying it back?"

"No need, the two of us can manage."

"Alright, you guys get some training."

Jin Jing continued to introduce the game he made to the newbie.

Asano turned to look at Nobi: "Sorry, I've made you go through all this trouble for nothing."

"Ah, no, it's nothing." Nobita felt something was off; Asano had seemed a little stiff just now.

The feeling I get from spending time with him is quite different now.

"Then let's move it back."

"it is good."

The two moved the machine back to its original place in the warehouse.

"Alright, senior, then..."