Tokyo: Magical Girl Shatters My Dream of Going Public

Chapter 104 The Tragedy of Chenghua Academy (4/5)

"Moreover, it's a D-level [Extremely Dangerous] level. I never expected things to be so coincidental."

Kurokawa made a startling statement.

Xun stared wide-eyed.

Grade D.

And it's extremely dangerous?

These two words together signify a threat far beyond the ordinary.

And it—is right there in the school, in the same space where she and her sister go to class, walk, and breathe every day.

"President—" She opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say for a moment.

Kurokawa looked at the undisguised worry on her face and shook his head: "Don't worry too much."

"

His tone was calm, even carrying a hint of cold-blooded deliberation.

"If I were alone, I really wouldn't want to confront that kind of thing head-on."

"But now—"

"The situation is completely different when there are magical girls in the school."

Xun immediately understood what he meant.

Utilization.

The president always manages to incorporate every available resource into his calculations.

"I'll try to find out the truth, or—"

Kurokawa's voice lowered, as if he were talking to himself.

"We must find a way to make that magical girl 'herself' sense the presence of the vengeful spirit."

"Leave the rest of the work to her."

For him, magical girls are another useful tool.

Kurokawa continued his calm analysis.

"I don't know what rank that Justice is, but Hiiro is a C-rank magical girl. With her involved, dealing with a D-rank vengeful spirit shouldn't be too difficult."

But then he changed the subject.

"However, I must go there myself. And there's more than one reason."

Kaoru looked up and saw that the president's eyes had darkened.

There surged emotions within it that she couldn't understand, emotions that were far too heavy.

Fragments of memory surfaced.

He remembered.

In my past life, around this time, an incident known as the "Chenghua Academy Tragedy" occurred.

At that time, he was just a daydreamer who buried himself in the factory, desperately trying to create the first practical combat suit.

He knew very little about that bizarre and fantastical world.

One day, while browsing the news, I happened to see words like "all students killed", "old school building", and "the cause remains a mystery".

Because the accident was so horrific, the tone of the report was extremely somber.

So even after fifteen years, he still has a vague impression.

Previously, he had always had a lingering question.

Chinatsu and Kaoru's talents are astonishingly high.

Chinatsu, in particular, has an almost instinctive passion and adaptability to combat suits and combat itself.

In his previous life, in an era of technological explosion and the emergence of numerous combatants, why had he never heard of the sisters' names?

With their talent, they could never have remained unknown.

Now, the answer has become brutally clear.

They didn't live to see that era.

Their lives ended here, at that college.

He died in that "tragedy" that he had inadvertently glimpsed but never investigated further.

Now that I've already taken them in as company employees, isn't ensuring their safety one of the president's responsibilities?

"Going to school is necessary. Some things must be changed."

Xun seemed to understand, but not quite.

But from the president's suddenly solemn expression, she sensed an undeniable determination.

She nodded, suppressing all her questions.

"I understand," she said softly. "I will cooperate."

Nighttime, factory workshop.

Chika is back from her tutoring session.

She brought out a low square table from somewhere and placed it next to the huge armored vehicle.

Several simple home-style dishes were laid out on the table.

Miso soup, grilled mackerel, Chikuzen-ni (a type of stew), and a small pot of rice.

Steaming hot, Xun knelt by the table, serving rice into two bowls.

Chinatsu had already picked up her bowl, but her eyes widened as she looked at Kurokawa, who had just poked half his body out from under the car. "President—! You're going to our school to investigate vengeful spirits!?"

The sound was particularly loud in the empty workshop as Kurokawa slid out from under the car.

He sat up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked at Qianxia, ​​who was squatting by the car with a rice bowl in her hand.

"Didn't you buy dining tables?" he asked, somewhat exasperated. "Isn't it better to eat back in the dorm? The workshop smells like machine oil."

"Tch tch tch—" Chika shook her chopsticks, "Isn't the club president pitiful? Working all by himself up there."

She grinned and giggled, "And Kaoru even made dinner for the president!"

Kurokawa looked at Kaoru.

Xun nodded gently, her ears turning slightly red.

"—I helped prepare it, President, please have some too."

At that moment, Kurokawa's stomach, quite uncooperatively, growled.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet workshop.

He spent the whole day in the workshop, and only ate two rice balls at noon.

Indeed, I was starving.

He didn't politely decline.

"Then I'll go wash my hands first." He looked down at his hands, which were covered in black engine oil and grime.

"No need for that!" Chinatsu suddenly spoke up, "Just let Kaoru feed the president!"

Kurokawa paused, then said, "Huh?"

He looked at Chika with an expression that said, "What kind of brain circuit are you having now?"

Shouldn't you, the one who proposed this, be the one to do it?

He subconsciously looked at Xun, expecting her to blush and scold his sister for talking nonsense.

But Xun did not refute it.

She simply lowered her head slightly, her fingers unconsciously tightening around the rice bowl in her hand.

The blush from her ears quietly spread to her cheeks.

There was no refusal.

even----

Those deep purple eyes peeked up from under her eyelashes and glanced at him.

There was nervousness and shyness in her eyes, but also a hint of—a faint expectation?

"If I can help..."

Is this an attempt to repay the kindness shown to me?

Kurokawa hesitated for a moment, then declined the other party's offer: "————Never mind."

"I'll go wash my hands myself."

He stood up and walked towards the pool in the corner of the workshop.

Cold water gushed down.

He carefully scrubbed the oil stains off his hands, and the black engine oil spread and dissipated with the water.

The scene from just now still lingered in my mind.

Kaoru's expression—a mixture of hesitation and barely concealed expectation—

He shook his head, turned off the tap, dried his hands with a towel, and walked back to the table.

Chinatsu had already shoveled several mouthfuls of rice into her mouth, and seeing him return, she couldn't wait to ask, "So, President, are you really going to investigate our school?"

"Um."

Kurokawa sat down opposite her and took the rice bowl that Kaoru silently handed him.

"Has your school recently experienced an outbreak of flu of unknown origin? I'd like to go and check on it."

"Then—" Chika's eyes lit up, rice still stuck to the corner of her mouth, "Can I wear my combat suit to school?"

Kurokawa rolled her eyes at her: "How could that be?"

His tone carried a sense of bewilderment, as if asking, "What are you thinking?"

"oh----"

Chika's shoulders slumped, and she immediately deflated.

The chopsticks poked at the fish in the bowl intermittently.

But her frustration lasted only three seconds. The next second, she looked up again, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"When does the club president plan to go?"

Kurokawa picked up a piece of boiled taro and put it in his mouth.

Chew and swallow.

Then, he looked up at the calendar pasted on the wall.

My gaze swept over it.

June 15th and 17th————

Finally, it stopped at a certain date.

"June 24th, I guess."

He said.

"That day—the new vehicle should also be completed."

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the massive steel machine that stood quietly in the center of the workshop behind him.

It is now taking shape.

Compared to the previous old bread truck that was constantly losing parts and had a mottled paint job.

These are products of completely different worlds.

It incorporates the company's best technology to date.

"A good vehicle can provide better logistical support. Once the vehicle is completed, I'll set off."