Japanese Terrorist: What? I'll fight Hellstar!

At 2:20 p.m., Amamiya Rin arrived at Murata Tomokichi's psychological counseling office earlier than her appointment time.

The office is located in Chiyoda Ward, in an unremarkable commercial and residential building.

After Amamiya Rin rang the doorbell, the door opened quickly.

The man behind the door looked to be around thirty years old, wearing a well-fitting light gray suit and standing tall.

His face wasn't particularly striking; he was the kind of person who would be hard to spot in a crowd. But his eyes and brows held a maturity beyond his years.

His gaze fell on Amamiya Rin, without any deliberate scrutiny or offense, yet it possessed an unintentional penetrating quality, as if he could see through the surface and understand Amamiya Rin's heart at a glance.

"Hello, I am Amamiya Rin."

Amamiya Rin nodded slightly.

"Please come in."

Murata Tomokichi stepped aside to let Amamiya Rin enter the room.

The room was simpler than I had expected.

A large desk, two chairs, a filing cabinet, and several abstract line drawings hanging on the wall.

Light filtered through the gaps in the blinds, cutting out stripes of light and shadow. There was a faint scent of sandalwood in the air, but it wasn't strong.

Murata walked around the table, sat down in the chair behind it, and gestured for Amamiya Rin to sit opposite him.

Amamiya Rin, leaning on her cane, walked steadily to the chair and sat down, resting the cane against the edge of the table.

Murata's gaze lingered on Amamiya Rin's face for a few seconds. He leaned forward slightly, loosely clasped his hands on the table, and spoke in a casual, conversational tone.

"It's obvious you're under a lot of stress; have you developed insomnia?"

This question is direct, but it's also perfectly reasonable.

The dark circles under Amamiya Rin's eyes were so thick they looked like smeared ink, her eyeballs were covered with fine blood vessels, and her skin looked dull and tired from lack of rest. Anyone with a modicum of observation would easily come to this conclusion.

"That's right, but I didn't come here because of my own pressure, Murata-senpai. I'm also a hypnotist, and I came here specifically to learn hypnosis from you, a senior."

Amamiya Rin nodded and got straight to the point, speaking sincerely.

"Oh?"

Murata Tomokichi raised his eyebrows slightly, leaned back in his chair, and casually crossed his fingers in front of his chest.

This posture makes him look relaxed, yet carries a sense of scrutinizing distance.

"Asking for advice? That's a rare way to put it. Most people who come to me are hoping for treatment, or they want me to help them resolve some issues they can't talk about."

Murata Tomokichi looked at Amamiya Rin with a hint of inquisitive curiosity.

Typically, those who come to you claiming to want to learn about hypnosis are mostly challengers who have heard rumors and are unconvinced, or skeptics who want to expose the scam.

But this young man in front of me is different.

Despite being exhausted, his attitude was exceptionally sincere, his eyes clear, without any doubt or provocation, only sincerity.

This person was genuinely seeking advice and had no doubt about his abilities.

That's interesting.

Murata glanced at Amamiya Rin's legs—though they were hidden by the desk.

As the world's most powerful hypnotist, Murata's observational skills are unmatched. He can tell at a glance whether Amamiya Rin has any disabilities.

In his view, Amamiya Rin, who was perfectly healthy but was using crutches and pretending to be disabled, was very suspicious.

In similar situations, it is usually a deliberate disguise to deceive others, and then the person is hired to hypnotize and suggest to a certain enemy.

Murata had thought so from the beginning, but Amamiya Rin's account was not what he expected.

"You are severely sleep-deprived. The tension in the muscles around your eyes, the slight dilation of your pupils, the base frequency of your breathing... all point to long-term sleep deprivation. You say you are a hypnotist, so you should know very well that this state itself will weaken the effect of hypnosis. You haven't even taken care of your most basic physiological needs, yet you come to me for advice? I advise you to go back and rest. You are already very tired. What you need to do next is not to study, but to forget about everything else and have a good night's sleep."

Murata spoke casually, as if stating a perfectly obvious fact.

However, in the midst of these seemingly ordinary words, Amamiya Rin keenly noticed an extremely subtle change in the quality of the other person's voice.

It felt as if there was an extra, almost imperceptible, smooth sensation, like slowly boiling a frog, flowing over the earlobe and quietly seeping into the cracks of consciousness, making one unconsciously want to follow his advice.

The sound itself seems to possess a magical power that makes people submit and relax.

Amamiya Rin quietly opened her eyes wide, a surge of amazement welling up in her heart.

In just a few words, without using any props, without any communication, and without any preparatory environment, hypnotic guidance can be naturally embedded in a conversation simply through subtle manipulation of the voice.

This technique is almost magical, far exceeding the scope of traditional hypnosis.

Murata's hypnotic skills are indeed astonishing; no wonder he's a character in the manga who can hypnotize ghosts.

Thank you for your concern.

If it were an ordinary person, or even a well-trained hypnotist, under the influence of such a voice, they would probably have already relaxed their mind and unconsciously agreed with the other person's judgment. They would be captured by the drowsiness induced by the words, and have the thought, "He is right, I should go back and get a good night's sleep," and then get up and leave.

However, Amamiya Rin remained unmoved.

He could clearly feel the voice like an invisible layer of warm water, trying to wash over the edge of his consciousness.

This feeling is peculiar; it's not intense, yet it permeates everything.

However, his heart was like a reef, his will hardened by long-term struggle against the mental pollution of the Tomie Network and the tempering he had in his long dream.

This level of suggestion is like a gentle breeze rustling through a rocky mountain; it only makes him more aware of the other person's superior skill, without any real practical effect.

Although Amamiya Rin's eyes were bloodshot, his gaze was clear and bright. He looked at Murata and slowly shook his head.

"Murata-senpai. But my insomnia problem cannot be solved by ordinary methods. That's why I need to learn the secrets of hypnosis from you. I need a higher level of hypnosis skills to solve the problem that makes me sleepless."

Murata paused slightly as he crossed his fingers.

A hint of surprise flashed across his eyes.

How could this young man resist his hypnosis so easily?

That's interesting, very interesting.

Murata sat up straight, abandoning his previous casual and lazy demeanor, and focused his gaze intently on Amamiya Rin's eyes.

This young man piqued his interest.

"Yeah?"

His voice changed again, this time slowing down slightly, each word seemed to carry a weight, gently tapping on the listener's mind strings, creating a subtle feeling that his words were beyond question.

"It seems you're even more outstanding than I imagined, but I really have no interest in taking on apprentices, nor do I have the time to mentor a colleague who has already reached a high level of expertise. How about this? I know quite a few excellent hypnotists and psychologists, and I can introduce them to you. They have extensive teaching experience, unlike me, who has always been alone."

He paused slightly, his voice carrying just the right amount of sincerity.

"To be honest, I'm not good at teaching. Although they all call me a genius, I'm not the kind of genius who follows the rules step by step. If you ask me to explain the secrets of my hypnosis, I can't explain it myself. At least so far, no one can understand what I'm saying."

Amamiya Rin immediately sensed the difference.

This time, the sound effect was significantly stronger, as if invisible needles were trying to probe into the cracks of his mind.

The tactful refusal carried a strange penetrating power, as if it did not travel through the air, but resounded directly inside his skull, forcibly imposing its will on Amamiya Rin's mind.

Amamiya Rin's heart skipped a beat, and a thought almost took root: "Maybe he's right?"

At that very moment, Amamiya Rin took a deep breath, a calm light flashing deep in his eyes.

Meditation – Mindfulness in Motion.

The rhythm of breathing was instantly brought under control, and the mind, like the receding tide, gathered from the outside world to observe the inner self.

All arising distracting thoughts, including the subtle tremors induced by sound, appear clearly in the state of clear observation, like bubbles on the surface of water, and are immediately seen through and dissipate.

His core consciousness remained as solid as a rock; although external influences still lingered, they could no longer shake it in the slightest.

Amamiya Rin remained sitting there quietly, but her presence seemed to solidify.

Murata's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly.

He clearly caught the fleeting change in Yu Gonglin's eyes, from a slightly weary focus to a deep, still calm.

His vocal suggestions were like hitting a flexible wall, completely blocked out.

Those calm eyes did not stir up the slightest ripple as expected.

A brief silence fell over the office.

The light outside the blinds moved slowly, dust particles danced silently in the beams of light, and the scent of sandalwood seemed to fade.

Murata was silent for two seconds.

Then, he suddenly laughed, not mockingly, but with the curiosity and seriousness of someone discovering a rare animal.

"Interesting. It seems I misjudged you. You are indeed extraordinary. I'm afraid there are few hypnotists in Japan who are better than you."

Murata openly expressed his approval to Amamiya Rin.

He is very strong, arguably the strongest without any rivals. If he hadn't received a good education from a young age and had a normal moral compass, he could have turned this country into his own playground with his abilities.

This time, although he did not go all out against Amamiya Rin, he did conduct hypnosis seriously. Even many professional hypnotists and psychologists would fall into a suggestive state after just a few words from him.

However, they encountered a setback with this young man.