Tokyo: Magical Girl Shatters My Dream of Going Public

Chapter 109 Holy crap?! Is this woman cheating?! (4/5)

After confirming that Chika was "alright," Hikaru did not leave immediately.

She stood there, her brows slightly furrowed.

Unconsciously, he pinched the soft flesh of the bridge of his nose between his eyes.

The magical girl's extraordinary sensitivity allowed her to detect a very subtle anomaly.

There seems to be something in the classroom.

No, it's not a thing.

It's a line of sight.

Someone is watching her.

It wasn't the curious or scrutinizing gaze of a student.

Instead, it's a colder, deeper, and more penetrating gaze.

"How do I feel—"

She murmured to herself, her gaze slowly sweeping across every corner of the back of the classroom.

"—Is someone watching me?"

The voice was very soft, but Xun's heart pounded violently in her chest at that moment.

She stood up abruptly, her movements abrupt, the chair legs scraping against the floor with a short, sharp screech.

"elder sister!"

She spoke to Chika, who was still covering her nose, her voice a little louder than usual.

"I'm going to buy a drink!"

Before she finished speaking, she had already walked around the table and strode towards the back door of the classroom.

Her footsteps seemed hurried, yet they precisely traced an arc, and as she passed through what appeared to be empty air, her hand suddenly reached out.

With fingers spread wide, I clenched my fist forward without hesitation.

A familiar yet slightly rough texture came from my palm.

Xun was overjoyed.

They've caught them.

Her fingers tightened, gripping Kurokawa's hand firmly.

Without pausing, she grabbed the "air" and walked straight out of the classroom.

The whole process took no more than three or four seconds.

Most of the students in the classroom were still chatting and eating; only a few glanced up and then looked down again.

It did not arouse further suspicion.

Chinatsu realized what was happening at that moment. She released her hand from her nose, the tip of her nose still red, and hurriedly called out, "Wait!"

I'm going too!

As she spoke, she hurriedly chased after him out of the classroom.

Kaoru pulled Kurokawa along, almost jogging through the corridor.

Chika followed closely behind, and the three of them arrived at the stairwell.

Xun was about to go down when she suddenly stopped.

At the bottom of the stairs, Yukimura Hakuka was slowly walking up, carrying a stack of lesson plans.

Hearing footsteps, Xuecun looked up, and his gaze behind his glasses met that of Xun.

"Suzukawa Do————"

Xuecun opened his mouth, his voice barely audible.

Xun's heart clenched suddenly. She couldn't stop here, and she couldn't let the teacher get close.

Without any hesitation, she grabbed Kurokawa's hand, turned sharply, and ran upstairs.

Her steps were quick and hurried; she only had time to apologize: "Sorry, teacher, I have something to do!"

Chinatsu rushed to the stairwell at that moment. She saw Yukimura below, nodded instinctively, and hurriedly said, "Hello, teacher!"

After saying that, she turned and ran upstairs after Xun's retreating figure without looking back.

The footsteps thumped loudly and quickly faded away, leaving the stairwell silent once more.

Xuecun stood still.

He held the lesson plan to his chest, his fingers unconsciously tightening, the edges of the paper slightly wrinkled.

She slowly raised her head and looked at the corner of the stairs where the two had disappeared.

The white light from the corridor ceiling light reflected off her glasses, obscuring the emotions in her eyes.

Just now----

Is there something—that has passed?

The three of them ran all the way to the top floor, and Xun took out the key from her school uniform pocket.

This is a privilege enjoyed only by the student council president.

She quickly opened the iron gate leading to the rooftop.

With a creak, the door was pushed open, and the three quickly slipped inside.

Kaoru closed the door behind her and locked it before releasing her grip on Kurokawa's wrist.

"President, no one will come up here at noon."

Xun turned around, leaned against the door, and breathed a soft sigh of relief.

"You can speak."

Kurokawa then deactivated his invisibility.

His form shifted from ethereal to solid in the air, like ripples freezing on water.

As soon as Qianxia saw him, her little face puffed up.

"The president is so mean—!"

She covered her nose, her voice muffled, and her eyes were a little red.

"He actually pulled my hair in the classroom!"

Kurokawa glanced at her and took out his phone from his pocket.

He tapped her head lightly with the side of the fuselage.

"Isn't it because someone sent me harassing text messages?"

"Do you know that I almost got exposed because of you?"

Chika let out a soft "hmm" and shrank her neck.

The grievances and protests from just now vanished instantly.

"I'm sorry."

The sound was so soft it was like a mosquito's hum.

Xun watched from the side, shaking her head helplessly.

She hadn't expected that her sister had been texting the club president, but now was not the time to pursue that.

"President," she looked up at Kurokawa, "how's the investigation going?"

Kurokawa put away his phone and glanced at the two of them.

"I checked everywhere." He paused, his voice turning somber. "Except for the school building. I found no trace of any vengeful spirits."

Kaoru and Chika exchanged a glance, both seeing confusion in each other's eyes.

"But—" Chika blinked, "If there really aren't any, then why are there so many students in the school—"

"Going home because of the flu?"

This is precisely the most contradictory aspect.

Abnormal absenteeism, persistent low-grade fever, lethargy, and mental exhaustion.

These symptoms cannot be explained by the common flu.

Kurokawa remained silent for a few seconds.

He walked to the edge of the rooftop, held onto the railing, and looked down at the school below. Under the sunlight, the buildings stood quietly, the windows reflecting light, obscuring the interiors.

There are two possibilities.

"First, the vengeful spirit does exist, but it is hidden very deeply. So deep that it cannot be detected by conventional means. It even has a way to evade the senses of Chinatsu and even magical girls."

He turned his head, looked at the two of them, and held up his second finger.

"The Second One"

"We've come to the wrong place."

Chika and Kaoru were both taken aback.

"The vengeful spirit doesn't even exist in this school."

Kurokawa's gaze swept across the quiet campus below.

"But elsewhere. For example—other branches of the school, or related locations."

Xun frowned slightly as she recalled the history of Chenghua Women's Academy.

It seems there is no record of any branch school mergers.

Kurokawa decisively gave the order, saying to the two men, "We need more intelligence now."

Kaoru looked up and asked, "President, what kind of information do you need?"

"Two different things."

Kurokawa turned to them, his eyes serious.

"First, the strange tales circulating within the school, especially those that have existed for a long time and have been passed down by word of mouth among the students."

"Second, records of the school's relocations, mergers, and closures throughout its history. Any information related to the 'former site'."

Chika and Kaoru exchanged a glance, both seeing the difficulty in each other's eyes.

Ghost tales are alright.

But the school's historical record —

Who should they ask?

Although student council president Xun has certain authority, she would probably need to apply to the teacher if it involves old files.

That would attract unnecessary attention.

The two remained silent for a few seconds.

Seeing their hesitant expressions, Kurokawa suddenly spoke up: "Don't you know that detective—the one who discovered the magical girl's true identity?"

Kaoru's eyes widened slightly, and Chika also let out an "Ah."

The two of them realized at the same time.

Saki Hoshino!

That video blogger with a fanatical interest in the supernatural, who was so audacious that he even dared to secretly film magical girls fighting.

She must have a way. Xun nodded gently, "I understand."

Chinatsu nodded vigorously: "Let's go ask her now!"

Kurokawa nodded: "Go ahead. I'll wait for your news on the rooftop."

"yes!"

The two responded simultaneously and turned to walk towards the iron gate.

Kaoru opened the door, and Chika followed closely behind; their footsteps quickly disappeared at the bottom of the stairs.

Stairwell.

Kaoru and Chika hurried downstairs, both with something weighing on their minds, their steps hurried.

They didn't notice it was just around the corner on the next floor.

Xuecun Baihua stood quietly in the shadows.

She was still holding the stack of lesson plans in her hands, her gaze behind her glasses following the two figures as they hurriedly left.

Then, slowly lift up and look up at the stairs leading to the rooftop.

She walked towards the rooftop.

Just then, the wind on the rooftop swept away most of Kurokawa's thoughts.

He was still thinking about the crystal on the waist of the savior.

I never imagined that magical girls who raise magical vengeful spirits actually exist...

In his memory, magical girls and magical vengeful spirits were mortal enemies.

However, there were indeed some madmen who controlled vengeful spirits in battle in the past life.

Just as Kurokawa was lost in thought, a series of taps sounded.

Clear footsteps echoed down the stairs.

It was neither too fast nor too slow, with a steady rhythm, unlike Chika's light and quick leaps or Kaoru's restrained and steady steps.

It was a heavier, more steady sound—the footsteps of an adult woman.

Kurokawa's eyes sharpened.

Without hesitation, he swayed slightly and activated his stealth ability again.

It blends into the air and disappears.

He stood quietly in place, his gaze fixed on the entrance to the rooftop.

The iron gate was pushed open.

Squeak—

Xuecun Baihua walked in, took two steps forward, and lowered her head.

The lenses reflected a blinding white light in the midday sun, making it impossible to see the emotions in her eyes.

Kurokawa frowned slightly.

How did this violent woman get up here?

Just seeing the other person made his cheeks ache.

The slap he received at the hot spring inn last time was the most brutal blow he hadn't experienced in over a decade.

He instinctively held his breath, not wanting any direct contact with her at all.

This woman's intuition is practically a living lie detector.

Every second you wait increases the risk.

Xuecun stood at the doorway, motionless, but his gaze slowly swept across the entire rooftop.

The wind blew through her long, snow-white hair and the hem of her shirt.

She seemed to be looking for something, standing there motionless for a full minute.

Kurokawa didn't want to wait any longer.

He quietly moved his feet, hugging the wall, preparing to slip past her.

His movements were very light, and he landed without making a sound.

Breathe at the lowest possible pressure.

step.

Two steps.

It's only half a meter away from the snow village.

You can smell a faint scent on her, a mixture of mint and old books.

Just as he was about to pass by, Yukimura suddenly moved.

His hand shot out swiftly, and with a precise clench of his fingers, he gripped Kurokawa's tie tightly.

The fabric tightened, choking the neck.

Kurokawa froze, and Yukimura turned his head sharply.

The gaze behind the glasses pierced his "non-existent" face.

He demanded, "What are you doing here?!"

Kurokawa was shocked, and his mind went blank for a moment.

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This woman is cheating, isn't she?!