Tokyo: Magical Girl Shatters My Dream of Going Public

Chapter 108 The Magical Girl Who Raises Vengeful Spirits (3/5)

Kurokawa opened his eyes.

The sun was nearing its zenith, and the sunlight made him squint. A slight vibration came from the terminal of his wristwatch.

[Please retrieve your drone as soon as possible if its battery level drops below 10%.]

He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

The whole morning.

Every inch of soil and every patch of shade on the back hill.

The playground has a running track, sandpit, and goalposts.

The indoor stadium has spacious stands, changing rooms, and shower rooms.

Starting blocks and high jump mats in an athletics stadium.

Even the dusty corners of the sports equipment room —

I've checked everything.

Got nothing.

The only "unexpected" gain was probably that in one of the equipment room cubicles, I stumbled upon a lesbian couple whispering sweet nothings to each other.

It's not surprising to see someone like this in an all-girls school.

He observed for a short while, then looked away from the camera.

But besides—

There are no energy fluctuations.

There were no abnormal traces.

There wasn't even the slightest trace of "vengeful spirits".

It was so clean that it looked like a regular girls' school.

Kurokawa rubbed his throbbing temples.

The continuous split-screen operation and mental connection caused his nerves to feel somewhat overloaded and fatigued.

He looked up at the white teaching building in the center of the campus.

The window reflected the midday sun, so bright it was almost blinding.

The students' figures flickered faintly in the corridor, their laughter diluted by the distance, blurring into a gentle background sound.

We've searched everywhere, and only that teaching building is left.

Kurokawa stared at the building.

If the old school building doesn't have —

If there is none around the entire campus area —

There's only one answer left, and it's inside.

It was right there among those students, in the space where Kaoru and Chika walked around every day during class.

Kurokawa retrieved the drone.

He turned around and started walking towards the teaching building.

During lunch break, the teaching building was filled with the sounds of people talking.

Kurokawa vanished, disappearing into the corridor like a transparent stream of air.

Entering a place or time when people are coming and going is definitely not a good choice.

But the time he chose to act was the best time.

Crowds provide the best cover.

Approaching a magical girl alone would likely result in being detected by her keen senses.

But when you mingle among the students, your presence is diluted and your features are obscured.

Like a drop of water hidden in a stream, he could observe the magical girl more closely.

He stepped inside the teaching building.

A faint fragrance wafted in the air, mixed with the scents of perfumes and cosmetics commonly used by women.

It has the typical atmosphere of a women's college: clean, gentle, and orderly.

Kurokawa was even momentarily dazed, wondering if such a place could really harbor an extremely dangerous vengeful spirit.

Moreover, there were magical girls inside the building. He suppressed his doubts and went up the stairs.

Her steps were light and her landings were silent.

Occasionally, a student would walk towards him, and he would simply turn slightly to the side, gliding past like water flowing around a stone.

No one noticed.

Fourth floor.

Outside the target classroom.

He stopped and stood close to the wall.

My gaze swept through the glass of the classroom's back door, scanning the interior.

The students ate, chatted, and laughed in small groups.

In the last row of the classroom, Xun sat opposite her older sister, quietly eating her lunchbox.

Savior Guang was surrounded by several curious girls, talking animatedly about something.

Business as usual.

Just then.

Hey.

buzzing.

The phone in my arms suddenly vibrated.

Kurokawa's body stiffened.

He didn't touch it.

Even when the phone is invisible, it remains a physical entity.

Taking it out is like having a phone floating in the air out of nowhere.

It's too conspicuous.

As for who sent him the message, he knew it without even looking.

The back row of the classroom.

Chinatsu was sprawled out in her chair, holding her phone high with both hands, her thumbs rapidly tapping the screen.

His expression was one of relief.

Clearly, sitting upright in "good student mode" all morning had exhausted her.

She was sending text messages non-stop.

One after another.

The tremors on Kurokawa's side continued one after another.

Buzz, buzz—

The sound wasn't actually very loud.

But even in the relatively quiet corridor, one can still vaguely catch a glimpse of something.

Two girls passing by stopped and looked at each other in confusion.

Is that your phone ringing?

"No—it's yours, isn't it?"

"My phone is on silent."

The two looked at each other, glancing around.

Kurokawa held his breath, pressed his body against the wall, and remained motionless.

My phone is still vibrating.

You can clearly feel the constant, annoying buzzing in your palm.

He tilted his head slightly, glancing into the classroom out of the corner of his eye.

Chika was completely unaware.

Still sending them out!

Kurokawa closed his eyes.

I took a deep breath.

When she opened her eyes again, they were filled with calm.

He reached out and, through his clothes, precisely pressed the mute button on the side of his phone.

The tremors stopped abruptly.

In the hallway, the two girls shrugged, muttered "You must have misheard," and turned to leave.

Kurokawa slowly exhaled.

His gaze returned to the classroom.

Through the glass, I saw Chika's lazy posture.

Kurokawa gritted his teeth and slipped into the back door of the classroom like a thin mist, without making a sound.

He moved close to the wall, around the tables and chairs, and came up behind Qianxia.

The girl was still holding her phone, her thumb hovering over the send button, looking ready to continue harassing him with emojis.

Kurokawa's temple throbbed with a vein.

I was furious.

He reached out and precisely pinched the iconic ahoge (cowlick) on Chika's head.

With a gentle tug.

"Ugh—!"

Chika shuddered, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and screamed in surprise.

next second.

The phone flew out of my hand with a "smack"—

It slammed hard into her own nose.

"Ugh—!"

She groaned softly, instantly covered her nose, and tears welled up naturally.

The entire classroom fell silent.

All eyes turned to Chinatsu, who was covering her nose and tears streaming from her eyes.

Xun, who was sitting opposite, also looked up, her pupils slightly contracting.

I don't know why my sister suddenly let out a strange scream.

But she reacted very quickly, her gaze sweeping across the seemingly empty space behind Chika.

She got it.

Mr. Kurokawa is right there.

After a brief silence, the students all showed expressions of "I understand".

"What? Oh, so you fell on your phone while playing with it—"

"Chika, you'd better be careful~"

"Pfft, how stupid—"

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Whispers arose, and gazes gradually shifted away.

No one investigated further.

Only one person stood up.

The light of salvation.

She pushed back her chair and walked towards Qianxia.

Kurokawa loosened his grip at the opportune moment.

The tuft of hair bounced back softly.

Chika covered her nose, her eyes brimming with tears, but her mind was unusually clear.

She knew the president was right behind her.

The savior stopped beside her table and leaned down slightly.

Are you alright?

His voice was concerned, and it didn't seem like he was faking it.

"N-nothing!"

Chika forced an awkward laugh, her voice muffled behind her palm.

"Well—my phone slipped out of my hand by accident."

Savior Light stared at her for two seconds.

Then, he suddenly laughed.

"That's good~"

She straightened up, seemingly genuinely just there to check on her classmate.

But the moment she stood up, Kurokawa's gaze locked onto her waist.

The pale gold crystal swayed gently with her movements.

He was close enough that he could finally see what it was.

Inside, there was a wisp of dark purple, constantly writhing and struggling misty substance.

Deep within the fog, a distorted human face could be vaguely seen, roaring silently.

Kurokawa let out a soft "hmm" in his heart.

interesting.

A magical girl who keeps magical vengeful spirits?

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