Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

After the club activity ended, I went straight home.

"I'm back!"

Beside the stove, Han Chuan Meiyue wore an apron around her waist, giving her an air of a virtuous wife and loving mother.

The apron cinched her slender waist, revealing her full, rounded figure to the fullest.

Han Chuanyou put down his schoolbag, came up behind her, rested his chin on her fragrant shoulder, and saw her cutting pork belly into pieces: "What delicious food are you making today?"

The boy's breath brushed against her ear, tickling her. Han Chuan Mei Yue tilted her head and rubbed her face against his: "Braised pork."

"I love this food, I absolutely adore Mizuki."

"So cheesy, don't bother me while I'm cooking." Meiyue arched her hips back a little. "I forgot to water the flowers this morning, go water them, but remember not to overwater them."

A soft pressure came from in front of him, and Han Chuan You resisted the urge to slap him: "I understand."

Pull open the sliding door on the side and enter the courtyard.

The courtyard was lush and green, full of the spirit of spring. Tulips and azaleas were in full bloom, and flowers of various colors were vying for attention, attracting many small insects to dart among the flowers.

He took the water hose, turned on the tap, hummed a song, and began watering Meiyue's precious little garden.

[Rare spirit Gu detected, Seven-Star Soul Control Gu, Grade - Low-grade Profound, can be captured...]

The sudden appearance of the subtitles startled Han Chuan You.

Spirit Gu?

He carefully sensed it and detected a faint fluctuation of spiritual energy beneath the tulip leaves in front of him.

He stopped the spray nozzle and bent down to part the blades.

Beneath the leaf, an inconspicuous little ladybug was lying quietly, with seven black spots on its back, looking quite ordinary.

Is this it?

Han Chuanyou narrowed his eyes, and a brief overview of the "Seven Star Soul Control Gu" appeared before him:

[Seven-Star Soul-Controlling Gu: Low-grade Xuan-rank spiritual Gu, capable of infiltrating the target's sea of ​​consciousness and controlling their mind. The duration is inversely proportional to the target's mental strength. It can be upgraded and requires nurturing with spiritual energy.]

Mind control?

nice one.

Although it's only a low-grade Xuan-level weapon, it would be a devastating blow to ordinary people.

He carefully extended his finger and approached the little ladybug.

The ladybug seemed to sense the threat and flapped its wings slightly, trying to fly away, but Han Chuan You had already extended a wisp of spiritual power from his fingertip and used the Art of Manipulation.

The ladybug's body froze the moment the spiritual energy touched it.

A faint thought entered Han Chuanyou's mind along with his spiritual power, like some ancient contract, without any resistance, only submission to him.

The next second, the ladybug flapped its wings and flew up, landing on the back of his hand. The golden light on its back flashed and disappeared into his skin.

[Capture successful! The Seven-Star Soul-Controlling Gu has recognized its master. Current state: Juvenile stage. It can be advanced by feeding it with spiritual energy.]

Is it really that simple?

Hankawa Yuuchi sees the sea.

In that space of consciousness, a tiny ladybug was leisurely floating around, as if it had entered a fairyland, occasionally nibbling at the drifting spiritual energy, looking quite cute.

This Soul-Controlling Gu is essentially a cultivation-style version of hypnosis.

The object manipulation technique I acquired before was roughly equivalent to an invisible tentacle, and this Soul Control Gu is a mental manipulation technique...

If he were to suddenly become invisible, he would have mastered all three major techniques from adult anime.

Han Chuanyou remained silent for a moment, realizing that his daily cultivation routine was becoming increasingly unorthodox.

He summoned the ladybug and stared at the tiny Gu worm in his palm. He could clearly sense that as long as he gave the order, it could control any person or animal immediately.

There aren't many test subjects available yet, so we don't know how effective it will be. We can't just use it on Mizuki directly. Besides, the person in question remembers the memories of being controlled perfectly clearly.

That kind of playful activity can wait until later.

He also looked up information about this ladybug in the encyclopedia and compared its appearance to the real thing. It turned out to be female. He wondered if this little thing would turn into an insect girl when it reached a certain level.

I've been waiting with bated breath.

I ate dinner quite early tonight.

After finishing their meal, the siblings decided to take a walk around the neighborhood to digest their food.

After changing out of her police uniform, Han Chuan Meiyue put on a beige knitted dress. The soft fabric clung to her body's curves, and a thin leather belt was tied around her waist, outlining her slender figure. The hem of the dress reached just to her knees, revealing a section of her fair and shapely calves.

"How do I look in this outfit?"

"Beautiful, she looks much gentler than usual."

"Am I not usually gentle?"

"I'm usually the dashing type, but my style is different."

The police uniform also has its own unique charm. Because it is a professional uniform, her uniform is paired with a skirt. Wearing it, she has both the competence of a public official and a unique uniform allure.

After leaving the house, Meiyue naturally took Hanchuan You's arm. Only at times like this would Meiyue let him feel the warmth and gentle embrace that belonged only to her older sister.

They chatted and laughed all the way, and finally arrived at the Thousand-Truckwood Park.

As evening approached, the park gradually became lively.

People strolled around, walked their dogs, and played with their children, enjoying the last pleasant moments of the day.

Han Chuanyou noticed a stylish woman playing frisbee with her Rottweiler on the lawn not far away. The Rottweiler was quite large, considered robust among its kind, with glossy fur, indicating that it was well-fed.

The woman threw the frisbee again, and it flew through the air in an arc before landing at the feet of a five- or six-year-old boy.

The Rottweiler rushed over, and the little boy looked at the Rottweiler, for some reason provoking the dog.

The Rottweiler let out a low growl, its eyes fierce, and barked twice at the little boy. The boy was startled, took two steps back, lost his footing, and fell hard on his backside onto the grass.

"Woof woof!"

Rottweiler lunged at the boy as if to bite him.

The boy's father's face changed drastically. He rushed forward, stood in front of his son, and kicked the vicious dog hard.

"Get out of my way!"

Rottweiler was kicked in the stomach and staggered back a few steps in pain, but then arched his back, bared his teeth, and let out an even more ferocious growl.

The woman, who had initially appeared indifferent, immediately ran over and started shrieking at them when she saw her dog being kicked.

Why did you kick my dog! Are you crazy?! It didn't even bite you!

"Didn't it bite? It would have been too late by the time it did!" The boy's father was furious at her words. "You were walking your dog without a leash, and it almost bit my son. And you still have the nerve to say that?"

"I know it's my dog! I just wanted to play with your child. Kids don't know any better, and adults don't either? You kicked my dog! I'm calling the police! I'll sue you for animal cruelty!"

The woman screamed hysterically, her voice sharp and piercing, attracting a crowd of onlookers.

Her meticulously made-up face was contorted with rage, and her eyes showed no concern for the child who was almost bitten, only an obsessive love for her beloved dog.

"My dog ​​never bites! You're the ones who provoked it!"

She knelt down and hugged the Rottweiler, stroking its head, her voice suddenly softening:

"Baby, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt. That bad uncle kicked you, and Mommy will never forgive him."

The onlookers couldn't stand it anymore, and someone muttered under their breath, "What kind of person is this? The dog almost bit the child, and he's blaming others..."

The woman suddenly looked up and glared at the person who had spoken:

"What's it to you? Mind your own business! This person clearly hurt my baby first, don't you people have any compassion?"

Just then, golden subtitles popped up in Han Chuan You's field of vision.

[You've encountered an untamed demonic hound! It possesses extremely unstable aggression. As a disciple of a righteous sect, what will you choose...?]

Of course, justice should prevail.

Let's have a pet battle this time.

Go, Pikachu!