Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

In Shintoism, a religion that believes in animism, hair is considered to have a dual meaning as both a vessel for life and a carrier of divinity, because the word for "god" is a homophone for "spirit."

The longer and better the hair, the more abundant the soul and the better the fortune. Cutting hair is considered a loss of soul and a shortened lifespan.

"Although people don't care about these things anymore, you must have a very strong attachment to your hair, right?"

Amamiya Rin put down his teacup and thoughtfully examined Amano Qing's beautiful hair.

A heart that believes is your magic!

In this worldview, the long hair in the attic is not entirely without reason.

If Amamiya Rin's guess is correct, Amano Qing herself possesses certain qualities, and her feelings for Hiratsuka Makoto are reflected in the long hair she grew for him.

Simply put, Amano Qing's power of belief resides in her long hair. Because of Hiratsuka Makoto's betrayal, the positive emotions that originally contained love will turn into negative resentment, turning her waist-length hair into a curse born from her.

After Amano Qing decides to cut her hair, her long hair will kill her in order to survive, and then go and kill Hiratsuka Makoto.

Of course, all of this was based on Amamiya Rin's analysis of known information, and whether it was true or not, he didn't know.

The logic of a curse is difficult for normal human beings to comprehend.

"No matter what, you've invested a lot of time and emotion into this beautiful long hair. If you just cut it off casually because of a breakup, wouldn't that be unfair to yourself?"

Amamiya Rin looked into Amano Qing's eyes, and Amano Qing also looked up at him, her eyes showing a hint of confusion.

"You might see cutting your hair as a ritual to say goodbye to the past, but isn't it more like an escape? Escaping your past is easy and simple. However, it doesn't solve the problem because it's always there. If you don't face it, you'll never truly move on. It will become a thorn in your heart, always stuck there, and it will hurt you every time you think about it."

Hearing Amamiya Rin's advice, Amano Qing tightened her grip on her hair, her eyes wavering slightly.

She and Amamiya Rin looked into each other's eyes, and she could feel Amamiya Rin's sincere emotions, which made her realize that he was putting himself in her shoes and thinking about her.

His focused gaze and gentle words exuded a convincing power, helping her to untangle the tangled mess in her heart.

"What should I do?"

Amano Qing couldn't help but ask, a bewildered look on her face.

"What people find hardest to face is often the path they've walked. It's normal to feel regret and embarrassment and want to erase that trace completely. But true courage isn't about rushing to draw a line, but about looking back, seeing yourself clearly on that path, acknowledging it, accepting it, and deciding where to go next."

Amamiya Rin's gaze fell on Amano Qing's long hair, then returned to her eyes, and she spoke earnestly.

"If you're willing, you might as well see this long hair as a trial, a trial from the past. Human growth is about constantly overcoming your past weaknesses. When you cut your hair not because you broke up with Makoto Hiratsuka, but simply because you want to change your hairstyle, then it means you have overcome this trial and moved on from your inner conflict."

Amano Qing listened quietly, and the pent-up emotions in her chest seemed to be gradually cleared away by Amamiya Rin's words, as if she could see a faint path in the fog, a path that truly bids farewell to the past and leads to the future.

"...I think I understand a little bit now."

Amano Qing said softly, the bewilderment in her eyes gradually being replaced by a slowly growing clarity, and she sincerely thanked Amamiya Rin.

"Thank you, Amamiya-kun. I will try to make peace with it, and with my past self."

Half an hour later, at the entrance of the coffee shop, Amano Qing bowed slightly to Amamiya Rin and turned to leave.

Tomie Kawakami linked arms with Rin Amamiya and they strolled slowly along the street.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the roadside trees, casting dappled patterns of light on the two people.

"Tsk tsk!"

Suddenly, Tomie let out a soft, ambiguous sneer. She turned her head and glanced at Amamiya Rin with her beautiful eyes, her tone filled with undisguised mockery.

"Those words you just uttered were so sweet, talking about being the embodiment of life, a vessel of divinity, escaping reality, true courage, and overcoming trials. You even used those hypnotic techniques, didn't you? To coax her not to cut her hair, you practically gave her a direct suggestion to cherish her hair."

"Because the circumstances don't allow it, otherwise, giving her a hint would be the best course of action."

Amamiya Rin, leaning on his cane, walked steadily. Upon hearing this, he merely glanced at her, his face showing no extra expression.

"Her hair is too close to hers. If she goes to cut her hair, and if that thing really becomes conscious and wants to take her life, it could happen in an instant. Even if I react quickly, I won't be able to stop it in time. The only way now is to keep her calm and prevent the conditions for death from being triggered."

Amamiya Rin frowned slightly.

"Moreover, the power of belief is real in this world. If she can truly let go, perhaps that obsession residing in her hair will also dissipate."

"What if she can't let go?"

Tomie pressed on, her eyes holding a hint of anticipation.

"……have no idea."

Amamiya Rin was also helpless.

He was too close. Once the curse on his hair was triggered, he would have no chance to stop it. Now he could only stall for time and prolong the countdown to his death.

"However, as long as we can buy some time, there's a possibility of finding other solutions. If we directly trigger a dead end, then there's no possibility at all."

Tomie stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly chuckled, reached out and touched Amamiya Rin's brow, smoothing out the furrowed brow.

"Honestly, wouldn't it be easier to relax if we just stayed out of other people's business?"

"Isn't it all your fault? If you hadn't caused trouble, I wouldn't have met Amano Qing, and I wouldn't have had to worry about my hair."

Amamiya Rin said calmly.

"Hmph, you always blame me. But even if you're like that, I still like you."

Tomie hugged Amamiya Rin's arm with a grin.

Back at the apartment, Amamiya Rin and Tomie parted ways. Tomie returned to her apartment, while Amamiya Rin got into a jeep and drove to the [Drink Sports Club] gym.

After parking the car, I pushed open the heavy door, and a familiar mix of smells rushed out.

The coldness of metal, the dampness of steam, and the sluggish feeling of some invisible pressure.

The air didn't smell like the sweat of a typical gym; it smelled more like the faint scent of machine oil and ozone left behind after a long period of high-intensity operation of some industrial machinery.

If it weren't for the sign outside, probably no one would mistake this place for a gym.

"Ah Lin~~ You're finally here. Morning training is about to begin."

A lithe figure approached from the side, bringing with it a gust of wind, and a strong arm wrapped around Amamiya Rin's shoulder and back without warning.

A voice, intimate yet languid, whispered close to his ear, its warm breath making his earlobe tingle slightly.

"I've timed it perfectly, I won't be late."

Feeling the elasticity in his back, Amamiya Rin said calmly.

Amamiya Rin knew who it was without even turning around.

The only person who could call him that is Kawakami Tomie.

He turned his head slightly and caught a glimpse of a face that was just as beautiful as the other Tomies, and even more radiant because of her regular exercise and abundant blood.

Compared to most Tomie faces with their delicate and gentle beauty, this face has a more wild and unrestrained look and a healthy glow. Its eyes are also sharper and brighter, as if a small flame is burning deep in its pupils.

The arm that was holding him was noticeably stronger than the other Tomie arms, with smooth and taut muscle lines, conveying a sense of power far beyond that of ordinary people.

With just a casual embrace, Amamiya Rin felt an irresistible force pull him into her arms.

This was the same Tomie who was with him when he first entered the pressure training.

Because of the special nature of the gym, Tomie has become addicted to working out, and this is her fourth... or fifth time coming to the gym.

I spent so much time in the dream that I can no longer remember these unimportant and unworthy-to-record little things.

Yu Gonglin tried to struggle, but he didn't budge.

The strength of this body probably far exceeds that of ordinary fitness enthusiasts... No! With the power of the pressurized body, it is probably already at the professional level, and it could even compete for a bodybuilding championship.

Tomie grinned and loosened her arms, but then walked around to face him, put her hands on her hips, and slightly puffed out her chest.

Unlike other Tomie outfits, she changed into a sports vest and shorts that allowed for easy movement. Her full pectoral muscles and well-defined deltoids and biceps were on full display. Her waist was still slender, but the lines of her abdominal muscles were clearly visible.

Her muscles were well-proportioned, and her body was slightly larger than that of an average Tomie, but there was no bulkiness in any part of her. She was like a female leopard full of explosive power, with both feminine curves and explosive strength.

Her athletic physique and her iconic, alluring face combine in a bizarre way, creating a striking visual impact.

Yu Gonglin's gaze swept over her noticeably changed figure, and he couldn't help but feel a little startled, even a hint of envy flashing across his face.

He wasted too much time in the hospital, so much so that his body only had one stress training session, which is a real shame.

"Is she beautiful? That guy's talk about growing into the real Tomie is laughable. What kind of growth is it to become a blood-sucking monster? Only by reaching the peak of the body through pure training without any external influences can one be called the perfect Kawakami Tomie."

Tomie proudly bent her arm, and her biceps immediately bulged like a small mountain, with the muscle fibers clearly visible.

It seems that she has also kept in mind the changes and growth that the other Tomie mentioned.

However, unlike Tomie, who wanted to change by becoming a vampire, she became obsessed with this gym, determined to build a perfect physique and define the name Kawakami Tomie.

"You're gorgeous. Even a bodybuilding champion couldn't compare to your physique!"

As Amamiya Rin spoke, she glanced at the other students who were resting and preparing not far away.

He met a student who was more senior than Tomie. The student had incredibly strong muscles, but in terms of aesthetics, he was slightly inferior to Tomie.

Well, after all, one is a man and the other is Tomie Kawakami.

Tomie smiled happily, then seemed to remember something, a hint of mockery flashing in her eyes. She changed the subject, her tone filled with undisguised contempt.

"It's such a pity that that shameless madwoman died."

"pity?"

Amamiya Rin tilted her head.

"If she had lived one more day, I could have shown her what true beauty is. Hmph, that muscle that only shows when the skin is gone is no match for the muscles built from a complete body."

Tomie raised her chin, crossed her arms, and said haughtily.

"Because the skin covers them, you can't see the muscles and appreciate true beauty? What a joke! Muscles aren't such inconvenient things! The beauty of muscles lies in training, in control, in the rhythmic lines and full tension of their movement. With dedicated training, the skin is the best medium to showcase the beauty of muscles!"

"She's dead, why bother with such trivial matters? In the end, she was just a madwoman."

Amamiya Rin shook his head with a wry smile.

"By the way, aren't you going back to take your medication?"

Amamiya Rin suddenly became curious. While the other Tomies were all preparing alchemical ointments, the Tomie in front of him seemed completely unhurried.

"There's no need for that! I don't know if the apology demon made me ugly, but I do know that I don't need any ointment to make myself even more perfect. Needing ointment to restore one's beauty is just a sign of insecurity about one's own charm."

Tomie took a small step forward, closing the distance between herself and Amamiya Rin. Her eerie eyes stared straight at him, her voice filled with unquestionable confidence.

This unilateral denial of all of Tomie's words immediately stirred up a huge uproar on the [Tomie Network].

(Idiot! Don't you realize your mind has been corrupted by the gym?)

(You're covered in ugly muscles, do you really think you're beautiful? That's hilarious!)

(Hey! Actually, I didn't want to say this, but your stupidity forces me to tell the truth and mock you.)

(Where do you find a beautiful woman who's all muscle? She's just grinning like a man, it's ridiculous.)

……

Tomie's supporters launched attacks against her for insisting on meat reform, but whether they were telling the truth, Amamiya Rin didn't know.

However, one sentence inspired Amamiya Rin.

He meditated silently, calming his mind, his thoughts as still as a windless lake.

Tomie, who was sitting next to him, was so engrossed in the gym that she didn't realize it, but he could feel it. The gym was subtly interfering with his mental state, which was why he had envied Tomie earlier.

However, it's not a big problem.

Amamiya Rin's mind was calm and still, like a undisturbed well.

The state of meditative concentration had long been integrated into his daily breathing and thought processes, like the most solid foundation. The strange experiences he had gone through would eventually become nourishment for the growth of his spiritual realm.