Tokyo: Magical Girl Shatters My Dream of Going Public

Chapter 107 Infiltrating the Campus (2/5)

Inside the classroom.

The morning sunlight slanted in.

Hoshino Saki rushed into the classroom at the last minute, slammed her backpack on the desk, and collapsed into a chair, panting heavily.

"Finally, I made it—"

She looked up at her deskmate, Chinatsu.

But he paused for a moment.

Chika sat upright, her back straight as if measured by a ruler, her hands flat on the table, her eyes fixed on the blackboard in front of her.

Even their breathing seemed unusually restrained.

Good morning, Chinatsu.

Saki tentatively greeted him.

Chika slowly turned her face, her expression more serious than ever before.

"Good morning, Hoshino-kun."

His voice was polite and proper, without a trace of his usual casualness.

Hoshino-kun?

Saki blinked.

She looked around and lowered her voice, "Are you filming a prank show? Why are you talking so strangely all of a sudden?"

Chika gently shushed him, put her finger to her lips, and looked serious.

"I'm going to study hard today."

Saki Hikari paused for two seconds.

Then, "Pfft—Hahaha!"

She covered her mouth, laughing so hard her shoulders shook.

"You actually said you'd study hard—is it April Fool's Day?"

Chika's cheeks flushed quickly.

My ears are burning.

She wanted to refute it, but she couldn't find a way to refute it.

Because Saki is right, she really hadn't been attending classes properly.

But today is different; the club president is at school today.

She only fully realized what was happening when she stepped into the classroom.

Those invisible drones may be hovering outside the classroom window, recording everything.

They might be looking at themselves right now.

Rounding down...

Isn't today my "classroom visit day"?

What if the club president saw me sleeping at my desk, or daydreaming while twirling a pen—

What if he thinks I'm incompetent and doesn't take me on the next mission?

Chika grew increasingly panicked as she thought about it, straightening her back even more.

Saki laughed for a while before wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Although she didn't understand why Chinatsu suddenly chose to act in this play, but—

It was quite amusing to see Chinatsu looking so serious, as if facing a formidable enemy.

She decided to cooperate: "Okay, okay~"

Saki Hikari sat up straight, took out her textbook from her bag, and opened it with great seriousness.

"Then I'll have to pay attention in class too~"

Chika gave her a grateful look.

Just then—

Ring ring ring ring i

The school bell rang urgently.

The classroom front door was pulled open with a "whoosh".

As the last bell rang, Savior Light swayed as she walked in, the crystal at her waist swinging with her steps.

She paused as she passed by Chika's seat.

Then, he flipped his wrist.

A brightly packaged fruit candy gently landed on Chika's open textbook.

"I'll treat you to some."

She grinned, revealing her gleaming canine teeth.

Before Chika could react, she had already swung to her seat.

Chika stared at the candy, her face also filled with confusion.

She glanced warily at the back of the classroom out of the corner of her eye. Saki leaned closer and whispered, "Why did she suddenly give you candy?"

Chinatsu shook her head in confusion: "I don't know."

Meanwhile, Xun, who was in the first row, witnessed everything and her gaze toward Savior Light became increasingly complicated.

Just as Chika had predicted, it was twenty meters away in mid-air outside the classroom window.

There was indeed a stealth drone hovering silently.

The camera silently adjusted its focus, penetrated the glass, and clearly captured the scene inside the classroom.

Kurokawa stood in the shadows of the trees on the back hill, his perspective now completely overlapping with that of the drone through the plug-in.

He frowned slightly.

"Is this person... the magical girl [Justice]?"

The whispers almost disappeared in the wind.

"A face I don't remember at all —"

In my past life, there was no such face, no such name.

Now, he was completely certain.

It wasn't that the other person changed their name; it was that she had truly died in her previous life.

Died cleanly and completely.

Even an "ordinary person" like him lost all his memories of her after she died.

The camera zoomed in again, focusing on the waist of the savior.

There hung a palm-sized crystal, clear and shimmering with a faint glow.

It was tied with a thin black string, swaying gently with her movements.

Kurokawa's pupils contracted slightly.

That thing—it looks familiar.

Where have I seen this before?

Something deep in my memory seems to have been touched, but it's as blurry as looking through frosted glass, and I just can't remember it.

He stared at the crystal for a moment, then gave up.

"Let's wait a minute—let's try to take a closer look."

He needed a clearer picture, he needed to confirm exactly what it was.

But now—

Take a deep breath.

When Kurokawa opened his eyes, the divided perspectives reunited.

He cut off the sharing of vision with the drone.

Before him stood a gloomy old school building, its walls covered with withered vines.

"Investigate the matter at hand first."

He muttered to himself, drawing his attention back to reality.

Raise your head.

Before them stood the old school building mentioned in the mission description.

The old three-story building had its exterior paint peeling off, revealing the gray-black cement underneath.

Most of the windows were broken and dark, like countless empty eyes.

The iron gate was half-closed and severely corroded.

Inside the door was a thick, impenetrable darkness.

Even standing in the sunlight, you can feel the chill emanating from it.

If nothing unexpected happens, the extremely dangerous Class D vengeful spirit is hiding here.

He did not rush in.

He took out the remote control terminal, swiped his finger to select one of the surveillance drones.

The instruction has been issued.

The drone broke free of the hovering array and silently flew in through the broken window on the third floor.

Kurokawa closed his eyes. His visual nerves connected to the drone's sensors.

Buzz—

A brief period of interference and clutter, then the view shifts the next second.

Before me lay a thick, almost tangible darkness.

The drone's built-in night vision mode is automatically activated.

The world turned a ghastly green.

But the light was too weak.

The image was so weak that even the enhanced version was blurry, and only the general outline of the corridor could be barely discerned.

With a slight thought, Kurokawa activated the searchlight at the front of the drone.

The beam of light sliced ​​through the dark, decaying flesh like a scalpel.

Dust swirled wildly in the beam of light.

The view was finally clear.

Kurokawa controls the drone to fly forward.

It's very slow.

The camera slowly pans across every corner.

The thought spread out like a spider web, sharing feedback from every sensor with the drone.

Temperature, humidity, and potential fluctuations in magical energy —

The data stream rolled silently at the edge of consciousness.

Third floor.

Most of the classroom doors on both sides of the corridor were open, with desks and chairs in disarray inside, and chalk marks from many years ago still remaining on the blackboard.

The drone scanned each room one by one.

There were no signs of life and no residual energy.

There was only old dust and a faint, almost imperceptible chill that seemed to seep into the walls themselves.

The second floor.

The situation is the same.

The empty classrooms resembled hollowed-out beehives.

The air was filled with a musty smell, mixed with the stench of rotting wood.

Kurokawa's brows furrowed slightly.

It's too clean.

Cleanliness is abnormal.

First floor.

The hall felt even more spacious.

A broken bulletin board, a fallen locker, and old exam papers scattered all over the floor.

The drone lowered its altitude and flew close to the ground.

The beam of light swept across every inch of the floor.

There were no footprints.

There are no drag marks.

There was nothing there.

Finally, there's the basement.

The entrance is at the end of the corridor, a downward-sloping wooden door.

The door was ajar.

The drone descended and slipped through the door crack.

Below lay an even deeper darkness.

The searchlight beams seemed particularly weak here, only able to illuminate a small area ahead.

The basement was filled with abandoned desks and chairs, broken sports equipment, and several burlap sacks whose contents were illegible.

The drone circled the site once.

The sensors were eerily quiet.

There were no abnormal data changes.

They couldn't even detect the slightest "presence" that vengeful spirits possess.

Kurokawa slowly opened his eyes, his vision overlapping, and he refocused on the old school building in reality.

He looked down at the terminal screen; the search logs had finished scrolling.

Third floor: No abnormalities.

Second floor: No abnormalities.

[First Floor: No abnormalities]

Basement: No abnormalities found.

All blank.

Kurokawa stared at those few lines of text.

wrong.

The mission information is accurate.

The D-level vengeful spirit must be located within this high school.

unless----

It has hidden itself.

It was hidden deeper than I imagined.

Kurokawa was somewhat incredulous, so he went in and searched again himself, but still found nothing.

Kurokawa frowned as he emerged from the old school building.

His gaze drifted towards the distant teaching building.

If it weren't for this old school building, where would the vengeful spirit be?