Tokyo: Magical Girl Shatters My Dream of Going Public

Chapter 110 I'm not good enough, I surrender, I surrender (February 2.3rd, 5/5)

Xuecun's gaze was piercing.

Kurokawa finally saw through her thick glasses and made out the eyes hidden behind them.

Deep within his pupils, it seemed as if a whole fragmented galaxy lay submerged.

Profound, serene, yet possessing a kind of superhuman insight.

For a fleeting moment, Kurokawa's breathing faltered slightly.

But now is not the time to look closely.

He held his breath, tensing all his muscles, trying to pass the test by remaining still.

Perhaps—she might think she grabbed the wrong person?

But Xuecun's fingers tightened suddenly, and he pulled forward hard!

The tie tightened around his throat, and the distance between the two suddenly shortened.

I was so close I could smell her fragrance and feel the warmth of her breath.

Kurokawa clenched his fists silently.

A dangerous thought flashed through my mind.

Or should we just knock her out?

He quickly assessed the situation.

Can I really knock someone out with a simple "thump" like in anime, without leaving any aftereffects?

Furthermore, since Yukimura was able to find the rooftop, he must have come up there with Chika and Kaoru.

If she faints here—

When the school teachers or students find out she's gone, they'll definitely come looking for her, right?

More importantly, as long as Xuecun reports the incident to the police and identifies himself as a "suspicious person" or even an "assaulter," he will be able to achieve his goal.

The trouble will snowball and get completely out of control.

Kurokawa closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

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

He abandoned the option of a direct confrontation.

To deal with this woman who seems to have cheat codes, we need to change our approach.

Buzz: Invisibility canceled.

Its form shifted from ethereal to tangible, its silhouette rapidly solidifying in the air.

Xuecun's pupils shrank suddenly.

She clearly saw that a figure had suddenly appeared out of thin air in front of her, where there had been nothing before.

Tall, upright, and wearing a sharp suit.

Although he was wearing a mask covering his mouth and nose, and his hair was combed back into a slicked-back style.

But she still recognized her.

It really is Kurokawa Yoru!

A clear sense of panic flashed deep in her eyes, and she instinctively took a half step back.

The fingers gripping the tie tightened even more, the nails almost digging into the fabric.

Her sense of responsibility towards her students overcame her instinctive fear, and she steadied herself.

She gritted her teeth, her voice strained but unusually firm: "Explain clearly."

"Otherwise—I will definitely call the police."

Her gaze was fixed intently on Kurokawa.

The "galaxy" behind the lens now resembles burning ice.

Kurokawa sighed deeply, slowly raised his hands, and made a gesture of surrender.

"Surrender! Surrender!"

His voice was filled with a helpless weariness.

"I really have no way to deal with a woman like you who is both violent and has extraordinary abilities."

"You One"

Snow Village Breathing Room.

She never expected that Kurokawa would dare to call her a "violent woman" to her face!

She—she just slapped him once, knocking him unconscious for a short time, didn't she?

And that whole thing only happened because this shameless man seriously asked her, "Let me see your belly!"

At a hot spring inn, in a mixed-gender bath, the swimsuit strap broke.

Memories flooded my mind uncontrollably.

Xuecun's face turned bright red instantly.

My ears are burning.

But she forced herself to calm down; right now, the matter at hand was more important.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

She gritted her teeth, her fingers clenching even tighter.

"Who are you? Why are you at school? What do you want?!"

As she spoke, she tugged hard on her tie, causing Kurokawa to stumble forward half a step.

Between the two, they could almost hear each other breathing.

"I'll explain everything," Kurokawa's voice softened slightly, "but now—could you let me go first?"

He paused, a hint of genuine apprehension in his voice.

"I'm really scared—you'll slap me again and knock me out."

Xuecun was taken aback.

When Kurokawa said he would "explain it clearly," she didn't feel anything unusual, and there was no needle-like "lie-like sensation" on the back of her neck.

This shows that he genuinely intends to tell the truth.

She hesitated for a few seconds, then loosened Kurokawa's tie one strand at a time.

The fabric slipped from his palm, and Kurokawa immediately took two or three steps back to create distance.

He lowered his head and carefully straightened his loose and messy tie knot.

With deft fingers, the fabric is threaded back through, tightened, and pushed.

His movements were steady and unhurried. Xuecun watched him, his patience gradually wearing thin.

"Who...are you?"

She asked, enunciating each word clearly.

Kurokawa pushed the last knot just below his Adam's apple.

He raised his head, his gaze calmly meeting Xuecun's eyes.

He spoke with a straight face, spouting nonsense: "I am actually the head of a secret government unit..."

"..." The words fell.

Yukimura looked at him expressionlessly.

The look in his eyes behind the glasses was as deep and still as a frozen lake.

There was no reaction, not even surprise, no awe, and no questioning.

There was only undisguised disbelief.

Kurokawa shook his head.

really.

This woman—she really has a special ability to detect lies.

He changed the subject, his tone returning to its usual calm.

"—If I said that, you definitely wouldn't believe me."

He paused, then prepared to confess: "Actually, I am the president of the [Special Phenomenon Management Company]."

"Our company is privately owned and currently—has not received formal government recognition. Our main target is the increasingly frequent occurrence of unusual magical phenomena in the world today."

He's finished speaking.

This time, it's the truth.

Xuecun's eyes finally moved.

A clear tremor swept across the depths of his pupils, and the "galaxy" behind the lenses seemed to flicker slightly.

She did not immediately refute it.

She simply observed him quietly.

That pricking, prickling feeling of being lied—it's gone.

What he said is true, at least this part of it is true.

Kurokawa could clearly sense that the woman's wariness had indeed lessened because he had told the truth.

I really can't do it.

What should I do with this kind of woman?

He knew beforehand that this woman was very sensitive to gazes, so he never dared to look at her directly, but instead secretly observed her from the corner of his eye.

Even so, this woman still managed to see through the invisibility of the [Omnidirectional Invisibility Plugin+] and pulled him out!

That's an upgraded version, with an upgraded plugin that reduces its presence!

This woman's sensitivity is even more astonishing than that of a magical girl.

Kurokawa confessed, but Yukimura remained silent for two seconds.

Then she asked, "So what exactly are you here at school for?"

Kurokawa looked into her eyes.

Deep within that "galaxy," there was vigilance, scrutiny, and a barely suppressed wavering.

"I'm here to investigate."

"Investigate the phenomenon of students at your school taking leave to go home due to 'unusual flu.'"

Xuecun paused slightly in his breathing.

"That's not the common flu," Kurokawa continued. "The symptoms are similar, but the pathogen is unknown. High fever, drowsiness, lethargy, and conventional medical treatments are ineffective."

He paused, then added, "This kind of illness, whose cause cannot be found at all," is itself a "special phenomenon."

The wind suddenly picked up on the rooftop.

The wind whipped Xuecun's long, white hair into a wild, unruly flutter, but she seemed oblivious.

Kurokawa continued, "If we leave it unattended, not only you, but all the students in the school will die. A tragedy you never want to see in your life will definitely happen."

Kurokawa has finished speaking.

There was no exaggerated tone, no superfluous description.

It's just a cold, cruel, and naked statement.

Xuecun stood there, feeling cold all over.

She possesses that almost instinctive "intuition" of truth versus falsehood.

That's why she knew even more clearly—

Every word Kurokawa said was true; there were no lies, no exaggerations, and no concealments.

When he says "I will die," he really means I will die.

If he says "tragedy," then it must be a tragedy she cannot bear.

Fear climbed up my spine and seeped into my bones.

She opened her mouth.

I wanted to refute, to question, to accuse him of spreading alarmist rumors, but my throat felt like it was being tightly choked, and I couldn't make a sound.

Only the fingertips were trembling slightly, uncontrollably.

The glasses reflected Kurokawa's face, which was calm to the point of cruelty, and behind him, the blue sky, which was so clear it was almost unreal.