Tokyo: Magical Girl Shatters My Dream of Going Public

Chapter 95 You'll tell me yourself, right? (4k, two chapters combined) Shamelessly asking for monthly votes~

The storm is subsiding.

The smoke and dust settled down in slow motion, and the view gradually became clear.

Bai Zhi frantically wiped the dust off the dashcam lens.

Sakura propped herself up, her gaze sweeping anxiously over the empty center of the battlefield.

The enormous monster, twenty meters tall and made of garbage and silt, vanished.

There was no debris, no slime, not even a piece of plastic.

It was as if those two punches had completely evaporated it into nothingness at the molecular level.

Bai Zhi was stunned.

Her mind raced, trying to explain it using known physical models.

Energy annihilation? Spatial collapse?

No, any known reaction should leave a trace —

But before him, there was only a ruin that looked like it had been violently destroyed, and a dark red figure standing silently in the center of the ruin.

She would never guess.

The Night Watchers have long since mastered [Dimensional Containment Technology], which is beyond the imagination of this era.

The vengeful spirit is currently imprisoned in a separate space, like a specimen sealed in amber.

In everyone's eyes.

The scene before them was simple and brutal, yet it left everyone feeling suffocated.

Kurokawa used only two punches to obliterate E-121 completely.

Karaara—

A cracking sound came from above.

The mall's dome, already on the verge of collapse, finally disintegrated completely after withstanding the final shockwave.

The steel bars twisted, the glass shattered, and the concrete slabs peeled off like a cliff, collapsing!

Boom!!!

The dome collapsed, exposing the night sky without any obstruction.

At the same time, the neon signs of the surrounding high-rise buildings, streetlights, and traffic lights, as if guided, pierced through the smoke and dust and shone straight into the center of this ruin!

Crimson, indigo, fluorescent green, bright yellow —

The chaotic and intense urban light pollution intertwines, transforming into a flowing curtain of light.

It enveloped Kurokawa and the enormous, still-standing King Kong figure behind him.

The light outlined every scar on the Kongo armor, illuminating the cold, hard contours of the breathing mask beneath Kurokawa's hood.

It also illuminated the edge of the ruins, and Sakura's stunned face.

And the camera in Baizhi's hand that could no longer record any "scientific explanations".

Light and dust dance together.

Ruins are like a stage.

In the center of the stage, the dark red figure slightly raised its head and looked towards a certain spot in the night sky, where the invisible drone's battery was almost depleted.

He raised his hand and pressed the earpiece.

The sound, passing through the voice changer, was calm and undisturbed.

"Objective achieved."

"Night watchmen, evacuate."

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The overloaded energy within King Kong's body suddenly decreased, and his enormous body, which had been forcibly raised to twenty meters, rapidly contracted as if deflated.

Twenty-five meters, twenty meters, fifteen meters —

It eventually stabilized at a height of about ten meters. Although it was still huge, it no longer had the oppressive feeling of blotting out the sky.

Kurokawa leaped and landed lightly on Kongo's shoulder.

His gaze immediately fell on Sakura, who was not far away.

She was steadying herself against the ruins, her face covered in dust and her hair a little messy, but her eyes were clear and her breathing was steady.

----fine.

The tension that had been building up inside Kurokawa since the start of the battle finally eased silently.

I guess I've made up for some of my regrets...

He forced himself to look away and stop staring.

Facing the SG members, some standing and some sitting at the edge of the ruins, he spoke loudly, his embellished voice echoing through the empty wreckage: "The government's reward for purifying E-121 is yours."

He paused, his tone devoid of emotion.

"You'll have to clean up the mess yourselves."

Before he could finish speaking, Baizhi rushed forward, her arms outstretched as if to stop him: "Wait! Please, please stop! I just want to ask a few technical questions as a researcher!"

Kurokawa did not turn back.

He didn't intend to discuss these things in detail with the other party.

His final words, clearly audible to everyone, were: "Then see you next time, my beloved colleagues."

The next second—

hum.

He and the Vajra beside him simultaneously began to twist and become transparent, like ink merging into water, and in the blink of an eye, they completely disappeared from everyone's sight.

Boom! ! !

Almost simultaneously, the ground where they had been standing suddenly caved in, sending up a cloud of dust.

That's the recoil force from pushing off the ground.

The person is no longer in the same place.

In the air, an almost inaudible buzzing sound drifted from near to far.

That was an invisible swarm of drones lifting and turning, retreating deeper into the city.

The shielding film gradually dimmed and dissipated.

Baizhi rushed to the spot where Kurokawa had disappeared, but futilely waved his hand in the air and touched nothing.

She crouched down, running her fingers over the clear indentation of the footstep on the ground, then quickly scanned her surroundings, trying to find any fragments of armor or a trace of residual energy.

There was nothing there.

It was so clean it was like an overly realistic collective illusion.

Until one person exclaimed, "Huh? This building—why did it collapse?"

"Was there an earthquake just now? I didn't feel it at all—"

"I don't know, it just suddenly—"

Outside the mall, passersby stopped and rubbed their eyes in disbelief.

The mall was just under repair, how could it suddenly collapse completely?!

After the block is lifted.

The destruction inside was finally revealed to the outside world, but no one knew what had happened here just minutes before.

The night wind whistled through the broken steel bars, making a soft, mournful sound.

Bai Zhi slowly stood up, patted the dust off his white coat, and looked in the direction of the night sky where Kurokawa had disappeared. Behind his glasses, his eyes burned with a mixture of resentment and an almost fanatical desire to explore.

Night watchman!!!

She turned around and shouted unwillingly, "Hey, who's there! Do you have the night patrol's contact information?! Quick! Give me one!!"

The rest of the people looked at each other in bewilderment.

How could they possibly have each other's contact information...?

If we really had it, wouldn't you be blown up?

Only Sakurako, biting her lower lip, seemed lost in thought.

On the other side, in the shadows of the street corner.

Kurokawa and Kaoru have changed back into their civilian clothes, and their combat suits have been transported back to the factory in batches by the dolls in stealth mode.

The troubles of not having a car have become apparent again.

This method of transporting dolls is not only inefficient, but also prone to accidents.

The two were talking quietly about the final arrangements.

"President, all the drones have been recovered."

"Um."

Just then—

"President! Kaoru—!"

A petite figure came running from the other end of the street, her honey-brown short hair sticking up wildly in the night wind, her schoolbag bouncing behind her.

Chika, panting heavily, rushed up to the two of them, hands on her knees, her eyes shining brightly: "I... I'm not late, am I?! I rushed over as soon as my tutoring session ended!"

Xun was stunned: "Sister? Shouldn't you be at school?!"

Kurokawa raised an eyebrow slightly.

Chinatsu straightened up and looked at Kurokawa expectantly: "President! What about the vengeful spirit? Has it been contained? Is there anything else I can do to help?"

Xun sighed helplessly: "Sister—we finished twenty minutes ago."

Chika's smile froze instantly.

She blinked, her ahoge drooping down: "I-It's over—? I—I ran here as fast as I could—"

She turned to Kurokawa, complaining with a wronged tone, "Why didn't the president wait for me?!"

Kurokawa shook his head, quite helplessly: "Don't say things that are unreasonable. If you were to say that—someone would probably have died here by now."

Chika opened her mouth and looked at her younger sister.

Xun nodded slightly, her eyes serious: "The situation just now was indeed very critical, there was no time to wait."

Chika's shoulders slumped.

She wasn't really being willful; she understood the importance of human life.

But—I finally had the chance to participate, yet I still missed it.

Kurokawa softened his tone when he saw her dejected appearance.

"If you don't want to miss out again, then catch up with your studies. You are, at your core, still a student."

"Yes." Chika replied sullenly, her head hanging even lower.

Seeing her sister covered in sweat, Xun felt a pang of tenderness. She took out a handkerchief from her pocket and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead.

The movements were gentle and delicate.

Chika chuckled, took the handkerchief, wiped herself a couple of times, and her voice regained some energy: "Thanks, Kaoru~"

But halfway through wiping, she suddenly wrinkled her nose.

She brought the handkerchief to her nose and sniffed it, then asked in confusion, "—Xun, why does your handkerchief smell a little?"

Xun was taken aback: "Smells bad? I change my clothes every day—"

Chika leaned closer to Kaoru's collar and sniffed, her brows furrowing even more: "Hmm? You also have a faint fishy smell—"

"Where did you go just now?"

Xun's heart tightened suddenly.

She immediately looked down and smelled her cuffs.

There was no strange smell on the clothes.

But when I raised my hand to brush the ends of my hair—

A faint, fishy smell, like sewage, entered my nostrils.

She thought of it instantly!

It got on me when I was working in the sewers!

Xun's face flushed bright red, the blush spreading all the way to her ears.

My older sister can smell it too —

Mr. Kurokawa, who had been standing to the side—

Could it be that...?

Almost instinctively, she took two or three steps back to increase the distance between herself and Kurokawa.

My ears felt like they were burning.

What a shame!

Chika, still holding her handkerchief, stared blankly at her sister's sudden distancing.

Kurokawa looked at Kaoru, who seemed to want to shrink away.

I could roughly guess what she was thinking.

He raised his hand and lightly tapped Qianxia's head: "Don't talk nonsense. I didn't smell anything."

"It's true!" Chinatsu covered her head, still unwilling to give up, and even handed a handkerchief to Kurokawa. "President, smell it!"

Kurokawa never expected this girl to be so naive.

He grabbed the iconic tuft of hair on the top of her head and pulled it up.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch—President, I was wrong!"

"What's wrong with you?" Kurokawa said calmly, but his grip didn't loosen. "On the contrary, you've been running all the way here, and you're covered in sweat."

"Sweat?!" Chika quickly raised her arm to sniff, her expression falling. "—It seems there really is some."

Kurokawa then released his grip.

He took out his credit card from his inner pocket, then counted out 600,000 yen in cash, and handed it to Chika.

"This mission was made possible thanks to your sister figuring out the rules; otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to defeat the enemy so easily. This is her reward."

He glanced around.

"There are definitely hourly rooms around here. Go take a shower first and wash off the sweat. After you're done, you and your sister can go to the furniture store and buy what you need. You can just pay for the furniture with my card."

Chinatsu took the money and card, blinked, and asked, "President, what about you?"

Kurokawa waved his phone: "I have an appointment. I'll be going now."

After he finished speaking, he waved goodbye to Xun and turned to leave.

His figure quickly disappeared into the crowd on the street.

Xun breathed a sigh of relief and walked to her sister's side: "Let's find a place to take a bath first—"

She knew it in her heart.

The president wasn't disgusted by the smell of her sister's sweat at all.

That was just to help her out of a tight spot.

Chinatsu didn't think much of it and nodded: "Okay, it's really uncomfortable to feel sticky all over."

The two walked in the opposite direction from Kurokawa.

After walking a few steps, Kaoru subconsciously turned back and looked at the street corner where Kurokawa had disappeared.

Dusk was falling.

She suddenly spoke softly, as if asking her sister, but also as if asking herself: "Sister—is the president—married?"

It was late at night, at 2 a.m.

Sakura dragged her tired body back to the apartment building.

As the on-site supervisor, she had just finished the basic handling of the aftermath.

And this is just the beginning.

The mission actually failed, and tomorrow a mountain of reports, accountability meetings, and even technical debriefings await her.

When she got home, she took out her keys, only to find the door unlocked.

Did I forget to lock it?

Just as the doubt began to arise, a rich aroma of sukiyaki wafted from under the door.

She opened the door.

In the entryway, a pair of men's shoes that could never be straightened lay there, tossed about haphazardly.

Sakura's emotions were suddenly gripped by an invisible hand and jolted.

At first, I was taken aback.

Then came an uncontrollable joy that almost welled up in my eyes.

Finally, it fell heavily again, turning into a complex mix of bitterness and sorrow.

Hearing the noise, Kurokawa poked his head out of the living room, his expression as natural as ever: "Sakurako, you're finally back. You asked me to buy groceries, how come you were working so late?"

Sakura looked at his normal face and her Adam's apple bobbed.

There are many questions I want to ask.

Was that person you today?

What's the deal with the night watchman?

What exactly are you doing?

But in the end, she just lowered her eyes and swallowed back the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

She smiled gently again, her expression as soft as water: "I'm sorry, there's an urgent matter at the company, and I really can't get away."

She changed her shoes in the entryway, squatted down, and skillfully straightened the crooked shoes, with the toes pointing outwards and together.

The movements were so fluid, it was as if they had been repeated hundreds of times.

Stepping into the kitchen, Kurokawa was clumsily stacking ingredients into a pot.

She naturally took the apron and tied it on: "Let me help!"

The two did not mention the events of the day again.

One person was chopping scallions, while the other was preparing the soup.

One person was setting the plates, while the other was tending the fire.

Shoulder to shoulder, busy under the warm yellow kitchen light, just like countless nights before.

Steam rises, and the sweet aroma of sukiyaki fills the air.

After a long silence, Kurokawa suddenly spoke.

"Sakura————"

"Um?"

He said what he had kept hidden in his heart for at least fifteen years.

Looking back to fifteen years ago.

The person who will never receive an apology spoke up...

"----sorry."

Sakura paused in her chopping, without looking up: "Why are you apologizing to me?"

Kurokawa was silent for a couple of seconds, then suddenly laughed sheepishly, "I forgot to buy your favorite shiitake mushrooms, haha~"

Sakura nudged him lightly with her elbow, her voice tinged with laughter.

"Then next time you'll buy me my favorite ice cream to make it up to me~"

"That works too."

A simple conversation, like a key gently turning a lock.

The invisible layer of thin ice in the air quietly melted.

The sukiyaki pot was bubbling away on the stove.

The warm light illuminated the silhouettes of the two people.

Sakura wiped her hands and said casually, "Sleep here with me tonight. I've been keeping your blanket in the closet."

Kurokawa nodded without much hesitation: "Okay."

The night was deeper.

Business as usual.

But it seems like something is different.

Sakura lay on her side on her bed, staring at the ceiling.

That dark red figure in the ruins today.

He rescued her tentacles from the fourth floor.

And then there's that concern that always seems to reach out to me from time to time, a concern I try to hide but unconsciously reveal—

That figure gradually overlapped and intertwined with the clumsy Kurokawa in the kitchen tonight in my mind.

She gently turned over and buried her face in the pillow.

It's okay.

One day, you'll tell me yourself, won't you, Night Lord?

In the next room, Kurokawa lay in his familiar bedding, staring into the darkness.

Sakura's words, "Be careful," echoed in my ears, as did her reddened eyes from an even earlier argument.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

—In this life, I will never make you wait that long again.

The gentle night softly enveloped all the doubts, apologies, and unspoken promises.

Like ingredients slowly simmered in sukiyaki, they gradually become soft and flavorful over time.

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