Tokyo: Magical Girl Shatters My Dream of Going Public

Chapter 111 I Might Be Able to Help (February 2.4th, 1/5)

After a brief silence, Yukimura instinctively reached into his pocket.

Her first instinct was to take out her phone and call the police.

The common sense she had been taught over the years was telling her all this.

If you encounter danger, call the police, and they will help resolve everything.

But Kurokawa's voice rang out faster: "If you want to call the police, you'd better save your breath."

"The police are simply incapable of handling this situation."

Xuecun's fingers stopped at the edge of his pocket.

Even the special forces soldiers you think are super powerful.

Kurokawa twitched the corners of his mouth, the curve almost sarcastic.

"Faced with these 'phenomena,' we are as vulnerable as infants."

Snow Village stood frozen in place.

Her intuition told her that Kurokawa was not lying.

That's why she felt a deeper sense of confusion.

Common sense has been overturned, and the sense of security is crumbling.

"Furthermore," Kurokawa continued, dissecting the truth, "the authorities have long been aware of the anomalies at your school."

"That transfer student in your class, Saviour Kwang. Do you really think—she just 'coincidentally' transferred here?"

Xuecun's breathing suddenly stopped.

The light of salvation.

That freshman with the radiant smile and overly bright eyes—was she an official?

Kurokawa said, "That girl is a magical girl. Like us, she's someone who specializes in dealing with special phenomena."

boom-!

Xuecun's mind went blank.

It felt as if something solid had shattered inside my skull.

Magic————Girl?

Special phenomenon?

These words, put together, are as absurd as a setting in a full-length comic strip.

But her intuition screamed, "It's true! He's telling the truth!"

That student who always swings her ponytail—is she a magical girl?

Yukimura felt a strong wave of dizziness.

The world seems to have tilted, and all the familiar rules are dissolving.

She instinctively grabbed the railing beside her; her fingers were icy cold.

Kurokawa didn't urge her.

They simply stood quietly, letting the wind from the rooftop blow between them.

She needs to process this disruptive information.

The time was stretched out for a long time.

So long that Xuecun could almost hear the sound of his own blood rushing against his eardrums.

Finally, she raised her head, her eyes behind her glasses showing a hint of disorientation and even more weariness.

"Then—do you have a way to solve this?"

Kurokawa answered decisively: "No."

Xuecun pressed further, "So what are you here for?"

I can't explain it to you in a very clear way.

Kurokawa's gaze fell upon the white school building below.

"But that 'thing' in your school—it's very unusual. I investigated all morning and found nothing."

"Your student, Savior Light, hasn't made a move yet because he hasn't found it."

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Xuecun suddenly realized.

No wonder she had noticed that Saviour Guang often loitered around the school during this time.

So that's the reason; she had been investigating it as well.

At this point, Kurokawa revealed his true purpose: "My purpose is simple. I just want to find out where that thing is. Then I'll let your student solve it. That's all."

Kurokawa was also worried that Yukimura would misunderstand and think that he had deliberately pushed the danger onto her student, thus making her angry with him.

He added, "Furthermore, your students are far more capable than you imagine."

"And behind her is the Magical Girl Association. Everyone in it is terrifyingly strong."

"If she can't handle it, her senior will naturally take over. She herself will not be in any danger."

Hearing this, Xuecun finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The suffocating feeling that had been pressing on my chest eased slightly.

At least—we weren't completely unprepared.

At least, it shouldn't force ordinary students to confront things they can't understand.

But then, an even deeper sense of bewilderment washed over me.

Knowing the whole story only made me more at a loss for what to do.

She opened her mouth, about to ask Kurokawa about the specific plan—*ring ring ring ring*

The urgent school bell rang.

Lunch break is over.

Xuecun's heart skipped a beat.

Oops.

She had to rush back to class immediately.

Her sense of duty as a teacher instinctively pulled her to turn around, but her feet remained rooted to the spot.

His gaze shifted back and forth between Kurokawa and the stairwell behind him.

She must go back to class immediately.

Kurokawa————

If I leave like this, he might just disappear without a trace—and I might never find him again, never get any answers to any of this.

Kurokawa noticed her struggle.

He suddenly took two steps back, then lightly leaped, his figure nimbly vaulting onto the higher rooftop next to him.

He sat on a high place, looking down at the snow village below.

"I'll stay here."

The sound was somewhat diffused by the wind, but it was still clear.

"Go to class first. We'll talk after you're done."

Xuecun looked up at him, hesitating for a moment.

Finally, she nodded, turned around, and walked quickly towards the stairwell.

But just as his fingers touched the doorknob, he suddenly stopped.

She turned back, looked up, and stared intently at Kurokawa behind her glasses, speaking with a serious tone, without a hint of joking.

I'll be back soon.

"If I come back and don't see you here, I will definitely call the police."

She stared at Kurokawa's face and added the last sentence.

"You don't seem to really want to see the police."

Kurokawa didn't refute; he simply leaned back and lay down directly on the ceiling.

He put his arms behind his head and waved to the sky.

His movements were casual, even a little lazy.

"understood."

His voice was languid and devoid of emotion.

Xuecun stared at him for a few seconds.

It seems he really doesn't intend to leave.

He then turned around, opened the iron gate, and quickly disappeared down the stairs.

The footsteps quickly faded into the distance.

The rooftop returned to silence. Kurokawa lay on the roof, gazing at the sky above.

I couldn't help but complain to myself.

"Ultimately, this woman didn't even realize the danger. Is that vengeful spirit really in this school...?"

In his view, intuitive sensitivity ranks first.

The approximate order is: Saviour < Chinatsu, Chinatsu < Yukimura Hakuka.

Moreover, Yukimura Hakuka's sensitivity was far greater than Chika's, reaching a level that was simply inexplicable by common sense. However, Kurokawa really had no intention of leaving again.

Bored while lying down, he took out the containment manual from his pocket and opened the operations task section.

[Operational Tasks]

1. Please contain 5 E-rank [High Risk] or higher vengeful spirits (currently 3/5)

The new operational mission, barring any unforeseen circumstances, is to contain 5 E-rank [High Risk] or higher vengeful spirits.

The manual will reward you with Class D containment cage technology and equipment for making Class D combat suits.

The company has now completed three: one is "Accumulated Desire", one is "Daughter of Jealousy", and one is "Twisted Strange Tree".

There is still a long way to go before we can contain D-class vengeful spirits.

Therefore, he didn't intend to confront the D-rank target at school head-on; he would simply hand him over to the magical girl.

Kurokawa retrieved the containment manual; this mission would be easier than he had imagined.

Kurokawa rested his hands behind his head, the warm afternoon sun making his bones feel weak.

I could faintly hear the sounds of movement from the playground downstairs.

The girls' chants were in unison, and the soles of their shoes rubbed against the rubber track.

not bad.

He thought vaguely.

The tension in my nerves gradually melted away in the sunlight.

My eyelids are getting heavier and heavier.

Before I knew it, I had actually fallen asleep.

Time seemed to slow down.

Consciousness is fluctuating.

Until, a shadow fell silently.

It blocked the warm sunshine.

Kurokawa slowly opened his eyes, his vision filled with shimmering white that completely obscured the sky.

Above him was Xuecun's face looking down at him.

The eyes behind the glasses were slightly curved, carrying a hint of—satisfaction?

He seemed satisfied because he really hadn't left.

"When did you—" Kurokawa's voice was a little hoarse, he cleared his throat before continuing, "...come back?"

Xuecun did not answer.

She simply straightened up and took out a cardboard box from behind her.

Hand it over.

It's the kind of boxed green tea sold in the vending machine downstairs.

Cold water droplets still clung to the surface of the cardboard box.

"Here you go," she said.

Kurokawa sat up, took the box, and his palm clenched as the box was so cold.

"Thanks."

He inserted the straw and took a sip.

Slightly bitter, with a sweet aftertaste.

It perfectly relieved my dry mouth after my afternoon nap.

Xuecun sat down on the edge next to him, his legs together, his posture still upright.

"Can you tell me now?" She turned her head to look at him, "Your plan."

Her voice was softer than before, but she remained serious.

"Perhaps—I can help."

Kurokawa held the tea box and looked at Yukimura.

The eyes behind the glasses were clear and firm, without any probing or coercion.

Seriously.

She really wanted to help.

Kurokawa was silent for two seconds.

Then he placed the tea box aside.

"it is good."

He said.

"Then—let's start from the beginning."

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