Tokyo: Magical Girl Shatters My Dream of Going Public

Chapter 83 Sealing Off the Scene (2/5)

A corner of a plaza in Shinjuku, Tokyo.

Xun had already changed into her regular clothes.

She wore a light beige knit sweater, a dark brown midi skirt, and her black hair was loosely tied back.

She wore a mask and stood quietly under the shade of the tree, but she still felt the gazes cast upon her from time to time.

Curious, appreciative, lingering for a moment before moving away.

Xun could feel those gazes, which made her even more nervous.

Her fingers unconsciously fiddled with the stray hairs by her temples, then she straightened her skirt.

She glanced at the time.

The president should be arriving soon.

My heart is beating a little fast.

It's all Hoshino's fault for saying those strange things—

It didn't take long.

In the distance, Kurokawa's figure appeared at the edge of the crowd.

He was also dressed casually, in a dark gray jacket and black trousers, and walked with a brisk pace.

As Xun watched him approach, her heart inexplicably quickened.

She quickly smoothed her bangs and took a deep breath.

Kurokawa stopped in front of her and nodded slightly: "Sorry, setting up the equipment took a while, so I'm late."

Xun quickly shook her head: "It's my duty to help—"

"Two people together would be too conspicuous, this is fine." Kurokawa said, his gaze lingering on her face for a few seconds.

Xun was startled, thinking there was something on her face, and subconsciously reached out to wipe it.

"Why are you wearing a mask?" Kurokawa asked.

"Ah." Xun finally realized what was happening and hurriedly took off her mask. "There's a flu outbreak at school recently, and many students are sick and have taken leave—everyone is wearing a mask now."

"I see." Kurokawa nodded, not asking any further questions. He turned around and said, "Let's go."

He turned and walked towards the mall.

Xun followed, but habitually lagged behind by half a step.

As she walked, the little bit of expectation in her heart slowly cooled down.

She looked down at the outfit she had carefully put together.

—Isn't it good-looking?

Just as she thought that, she shook her head and blamed herself.

What are you thinking about?

Mission, mission, mission!

Tonight we have a very important mission.

She took a deep breath, trying to concentrate.

At that moment, Kurokawa suddenly stopped.

Kaoru looked up at him, puzzled: "—President?"

"Or," Kurokawa turned his head and said calmly, "you should put your mask on."

"————?"

"There are too many eyes around, this is really too eye-catching."

Xun was taken aback and looked around.

Indeed, many people's gazes seemed to drift over their direction.

Her face flushed, and she quickly put her mask back on: "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention—"

Kurokawa didn't move, and added, "Also, next time you go on a mission, try not to dress so beautifully."

Xun froze completely.

It's not that it's "not good-looking," it's that it's "too conspicuous."

The slight disappointment just now vanished like a thin mist blown away by the wind.

My cheeks under the mask quickly became hot.

"Also," Kurokawa turned his head to the side, "don't walk behind me, it looks weird. Walk side by side."

"----yes!"

Xun jogged a few steps and caught up with him.

There was a perfect half-arm's length between their shoulders.

She quietly adjusted her breathing, suppressing those chaotic thoughts back into her heart.

Now, the task at hand is urgent.

But her mood was clearly much better than before.

However, just as the two were preparing to cross the street and head to the furniture store as planned,

Whoosh! Whoosh!

A piercing whistle rang out.

Xun turned her head at the sound.

A traffic wardens wearing fluorescent yellow reflective vests stood by the roadside, waving a baton to direct pedestrians to avoid the "construction area" that was fenced off in front of them.

She looked up.

Next to it is an old shopping mall building, its facade covered by layers of green protective netting and scaffolding, obscuring the interior.

Everything seemed perfectly normal.

But just then...

A sharp, needle-like pain suddenly shot into my temple!

Xun's body stiffened, and her pupils suddenly contracted.

This is a warning that there is a magical vengeful spirit nearby!

"President—this?" She immediately lowered her voice and leaned close to Kurokawa's ear.

Kurokawa nodded slightly, his gaze still calmly fixed on the red light ahead: "That's right, the target is inside."

He didn't stop walking, but naturally followed the flow of people to the edge of the sidewalk, without paying much attention to the construction fence.

"Look closely at that counselor's reflective vest," Kurokawa said softly, "the badge on his left chest."

Xun did as she was told.

The fluorescent vest features a dark blue shield-shaped logo with intersecting gears and the letters SG in the center.

That's the logo of "SG," the security company under Yagi Heavy Industries!

Xun felt a chill run down her spine.

When she was looking for a part-time job at Yagi Heavy Industries for her sister, she specifically checked the company's publicly available information.

SG Security Company is the security company they established four years ago.

The company that was recruiting combatants before was also this one.

Of course, when speaking to outsiders, they always say they are recruiting security personnel, not combatants.

She was surprised.

The people from Yagi Heavy Industries had already discovered the vengeful spirit here and had even sealed off the site!

She was so startled that she stopped in her tracks.

"Miss, you cannot stay here."

The counselor noticed her and raised his voice to warn her.

Before she could finish speaking, Kurokawa reached out, grabbed her wrist, and led her to the traffic light waiting area.

Xun staggered a step, then came to her senses.

"Don't stare," Kurokawa said in an even lower voice. "Those are professionally trained combatants."

Her face flushed, and she was secretly annoyed at her own lapse in composure: "—I'm sorry."

Just then.

Rumble.

The heavy sound of an engine grew louder as it approached.

Three dark gray armed escort vehicles drove past on the main road in front of us.

Leading the way were three of those common bank cash transport vehicles.

Through the car window, you can also see the fully armed security guards in the seats.

Following behind was a large silver heavy truck with no other markings, but it was very strange for such a heavy truck to appear in a busy area like Shinjuku.

At the very back, besides these, there was a very conspicuous van.

At first glance, there seems to be nothing unusual, but upon closer inspection, you will find many reinforced areas.

This is clearly a command vehicle.

Following behind was a minivan with all its windows tinted black...

The convoy moved slowly, but with an undeniable sense of oppression, as it turned into the blocked entrance on the side of the old shopping mall.

He held his breath until the convoy disappeared behind the construction site.

The green light is on.

Kurokawa strode forward: "Let's go."

Kaoru took a deep breath and was pulled across the street by Kurokawa.

Her palms were already damp with sweat.

She asked in a low voice, "President, they probably don't want to make a move now, do they?"

Kurokawa answered in a low voice, "Normally, they would choose to make their move at night when there are fewer people around. But things rarely go as they wish..."

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Kaoru didn't know why Kurokawa was so certain.

However, what Kaoru didn't know was that Kurokawa remembered the vengeful spirits here based on his memories from his past life.

In a past life, the vengeful spirits here almost exposed magic to the public.

But in the end, only through massive information blackouts and a so-called official bowing and apologizing could the truth be barely concealed. Kurokawa whispered, "Let's go and finish our own business first..."

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However, unbeknownst to the two of them...

Inside the minivan.

Otsuka Momochi was lounging in his seat, his gaze casually sweeping over the pedestrians passing by outside the window.

The convoy was slowly entering the cordoned-off area at a low speed.

Suddenly, her gaze stopped.

At the edge of the crowd, a familiar silhouette flashed by.

Wearing a dark gray jacket and black trousers, his steady gait stood out from his surroundings.

"Hey, Sakura!" She sat up abruptly, nudging her partner who was looking down at her tablet with her elbow. "Isn't that your Yoru-kun over there?!"

Sakura looked up and gazed out the car window in the direction the professor was pointing.

My gaze cut through the crowd and accurately caught that figure.

Because they were so familiar, she recognized him at a glance.

He was facing the road sideways, head slightly bowed, as if talking to the person next to him.

His right hand was naturally holding a young girl's hand, leading her forward.

Sakura's breath hitched.

"What's he doing here? And who's that girl next to him?"

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