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Momoi Satsuki took out her key, opened the unit door downstairs, and climbed the stairs to the sixth floor.

He then skillfully picked up a flowerpot from the corner of the wall, pulled out a spare key from under the red carpet, and opened the door to Akutsu's house.

After walking in with practiced ease, she changed into the pink slippers that Akutsu Yuki had prepared for her and pattered her way into Akutsu's bedroom.

The person is not here.

Momoi Satsuki helplessly covered her head.

Yuki Akutsu is her mother Yumi Akutsu's younger sister, making her her aunt.

My aunt was quite rebellious when she was young. She ran away to Tokyo alone before graduating from high school. She was tricked into bed by a man with just a few words and became pregnant unexpectedly. However, before Akutsu was born, the man ran away.

Finally, she had a child before she was eighteen years old.

It was a boy named Jin, who took his mother's surname and was called Akutsu Jin.

Because of this incident, Akutsu Yuki felt ashamed to go back to Akita's parents, so she lived alone in Tokyo doing odd jobs, raising her child by herself in poverty and hardship.

It wasn't until Momoi Satsuki's family moved to Tokyo that their lives gradually improved with the help of her older sister.

But perhaps it's due to genetic inheritance, or perhaps it's the experience of wandering around with his mother during his childhood.

Although life had settled down, Akutsu Jin was just as troublesome as his aunt had been in her youth—no, even worse.

Skipping school, fighting, smoking, extorting classmates...

Akutsu is capable of doing all the things that bad people can do, and his talent for causing trouble is truly unique.

Yuki Akutsu didn't want her child to follow in her footsteps, and her repeated admonitions only provoked Akutsu's resentment and made him even more rebellious. So she asked Satsuki Momoi to keep an eye on Akutsu and try to keep him out of trouble.

The two families used to live quite close to each other, and Akutsu was always watched over by her when she went to and from school.

However, due to her father's work, the Momoi family recently moved to Yamabuki-cho 3-chome. Without Momoi Satsuki's supervision, Akutsu has been skipping school these past two days.

Momoi Satsuki glanced at the several King of Fighters game strategy guides on the desk.

I don't know what's gotten into this kid, he's been going to different arcades every day, and it looks like today is no exception.

Last Saturday I went to TAITO STATION at the south exit, Tuesday I went to Humax Pavilion at the east exit, and on Wednesday I even went to the arcade in Takadanobaba...

Momoi Satsuki didn't need to think too much.

Based on Akutsu's recent movements, she immediately guessed where the other party had gone today.

Boom!

The door slammed shut, and the pink figure quickly went downstairs.

......

A night breeze swept in from the alley entrance, bringing a touch of autumn coolness, but the alley, filled with neon lights, remained as vibrant as ever.

Kabukicho in Shinjuku City.

Momoi Satsuki stood under the streetlight, turned around and walked into the street in front of her. The street was lined with izakayas, karaoke bars and arcades.

She went from one arcade to another, searching for a long time without finding anyone.

"Isn't it here?"

Momoi Satsuki rubbed her hands together and breathed on them.

Although she was wearing a white cardigan with a blue shirt underneath, she was only wearing a skirt on her lower body, leaving her two fair legs exposed to the cool breeze.

There's no way around it, that's just how Japanese fashion is: dress warmly in spring and lightly in autumn, the "skaja" style.

"We went to one last shop, but couldn't find it, so we went back..."

There weren't many people on the road ahead, except for the white light from a convenience store in the distance shining through its glass, creating a bright area on the night street.

As she approached the alleyway next to the convenience store, Momoi Satsuki heard footsteps.

The thick soles of the shoes dragged on the ground with each step, creating a deliberately slow and deliberate pace.

Her heart tightened slightly. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw several figures filing out of the alley and blocking her path.

Momoi Satsuki stopped.

Five people.

Wearing an unknown junior high school uniform, a super short skirt, chain-like metal ornaments hanging on her body, a bizarre hairstyle, and heavy makeup on her face, her face was as white as a ghost, and her eyeliner was exaggerated beyond recognition.

The one in the lead had a golden pompadour and wore a thick mask with an X drawn on it. He tilted his head and looked her up and down, his gaze sweeping from her clothes to her shoes, and finally back to her face.

"Oh, good girl." The one with the pompadour spoke up, his voice deep and gruff, just like his masculine attire.

The others dispersed and slowly surrounded her.

Momoi Satsuki immediately realized what was going on and knew something was wrong.

In Japan, a place rife with bad habits, the number of delinquent girls is no less than that of delinquent boys, and in their eyes, good students like themselves are the least desirable.

The reasons why they dislike themselves are probably quite simple.

I'm probably just annoyed by being nagged at home lately, so when I went out for a stroll and suddenly saw a "good student," I got annoyed and needed to vent. That's all.

Momoi Satsuki took a half step back, feeling somewhat helpless, but her expression remained unchanged, very calm.

She knew that if she showed any fear at this moment, her opponent would only become bolder and would throw punches and kicks without restraint.

Five.

There's no way to fight her head-on. The one on the right is the thinnest, and her posture is loose and slouching, with all her weight on her right leg. If you kick her in the stomach with force, you can take her out immediately.

The one on the left has both hands in her pockets; if a fight breaks out, she probably won't have time to react.

The biggest problem is this masked guy in front of me. He's as strong as a fat pig. If he gets grabbed by her, I definitely won't be able to break free.

Momoi Satsuki once studied karate with Akutsu for a period of time.

During that time, she discovered that she had a special sensitivity to the human body's muscles, bones and other physical structures, and could easily tell how strong a person's body was. Just now, she noticed the difference in physical strength between herself and these people.

We have to run!

Her gaze swept past the group and across several alleys, and a specific escape route quickly formed in her mind.

Take care of the skinny guy on the right first to create an opening for escape, but her companions' positioning will allow them to react immediately.

No.

Several plans flashed through Momoi Satsuki's mind: should she launch a direct attack and escape, or feign weakness to confuse the enemy before launching a counterattack, creating chaos to escape?

Just as she was making her plans.

"Hey, you guys!"

A cold voice rang out from behind the group of delinquent girls. They all turned around at the same time and saw a man standing behind them.

The first thing that catches the eye is a head of silver hair, exaggeratedly flipped back, followed by a pair of seemingly emotionless, cold eyes that, with a single sweep, engulf the group in chilling killing intent.

His height of nearly 1.9 meters was imposing.

In addition, there's his appearance, his demeanor, and the way he speaks.

Absolutely terrible!