Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

Mizuki overslept today.

There is reason to suspect that it was because he injected a lot of spiritual energy into Han Chuanyou last night that he didn't get to eat his sister's lovingly prepared lunch.

As the morning light shone, two clear calls came from birds flying overhead. The air still carried the slight chill of the previous night, and Han Chuanyou took a deep breath.

The weekend went by so fast.

"Aunt Lily, I'm leaving!"

From the detached house next door, Takahashi Haruna ran out, one hand clutching a loaf of bread and the other holding the shoulder strap of her schoolbag. The schoolbag jingled and rattled, its contents unknown.

The well-tailored sailor uniform accentuated her petite and adorable figure. The navy blue bow tie at the neckline swayed gently with her jogging movements. Beneath the hem of her skirt was a glimpse of her fair skin, and black pantyhose covered her fleshy calves, exuding youthful vigor.

"Be careful on the road."

Yukinoshita Yuri arrived at the courtyard gate, her hair tied up and draped over her shoulders. She wore an elegant long dress, exuding gentleness and intellect. The morning sunlight shone on her, making her appear exceptionally approachable.

When she met Han Chuanyou's gaze, her expression remained natural:

"Good morning, Hanchuan-kun."

"Hanchuan, oh ho ho!" Takahashi Hina greeted him, holding up a loaf of bread.

"Good morning."

Han Chuanyou didn't show any other emotions, just like a normal neighbor greeting.

"Han Chuan, are you going to the tram station? Want to walk together?"

Takahashi Haruna took a bite of bread, her right cheek bulging, and her voice was muffled.

Han Chuan You nodded: "Yes, let's go together."

Upon hearing this, Yukinoshita Yuri clasped her hands together and smiled.

"That's great. Hina didn't want me to take her and insisted on going to school alone. She might not be familiar with the way to the train station on her first day, so I'll feel relieved if you come with her."

Han Chuan You shook his head: "It's nothing, Miss Yukinoshita, we're leaving."

"Mm." Yukinoshita Yuri smiled and waved her hand, saying, "Be careful on the road."

The two walked away, and Yukinoshita Yuri watched the boy's back for a long time before turning around and going home.

The two quickly started chatting on the way.

Takahashi Haruna was a lively girl who chattered away while munching on her bread, but she was never annoying. From her, Kazukawa Yu learned that she attended a girls' school in Chiyoda and was a new transfer student this year.

"You said you used to study in Adachi?"

"Yes, because Aunt Lily moves frequently."

Takahashi Haruna walked along the marked lines on the road, her little ponytail swaying behind her head.

"I'm used to it now. In the past, many of my friendships ended just as I was getting to know them."

Her expression was troubled, but it quickly filled with energy. She ran forward two steps with her arms outstretched, then turned around, bent slightly, and looked at Han Chuanyou with expectant eyes:

"Aunt Lily said we don't need to move anymore, and we'll be neighbors forever. Maybe we'll even become good friends."

Han Chuanyou was slightly taken aback, then her expression softened, and she nodded, saying, "Mm."

This is the first time in all the things I've done behind the scenes that I've seen the lives of the oppressed improve.

It seems pretty good.

It's speculated that Ms. Yukinoshita was unable to bear the harassment from debt collectors, which is why she moved so frequently.

He was a little curious about why they had offended those people, but it involved privacy, so he didn't ask too much.

Another issue is one's own identity.

I really need to find an opportunity to have a proper talk with Ms. Yukinoshita.

At Kasuga Station, Takahashi Haruna needs to transfer to the Toei Mita Line.

She slung her backpack over her shoulder and said, "Han Chuan, I'm leaving now, bye-bye."

Goodbye, and be careful not to miss your stop.

No, it won't happen.

A large number of people boarded, making the carriage somewhat crowded. As the doors closed, the tram continued its journey to the next station.

Han Chuanyou glanced at the site information, then looked down and continued watching the video.

A commotion arose from the distance of the train carriage.

"Has anyone learned about our Leif Truth Cult? God will protect you."

A middle-aged man holding a flyer was talking as he squeezed his way in.

Passengers around him either stepped aside or lowered their heads and pretended not to hear. On the crowded commuter train, this kind of preacher was very annoying.

"The true god has descended to earth. May he leave some blessings for future generations. The True Church's activities are about to begin. At that time, the Grim Reaper will descend to the scene to bring salvation and protection to everyone. If you are interested, please come and participate..."

Han Chuan You initially didn't want to pay attention to these missionaries, until he heard the name of the Grim Reaper and a subtitle appeared before his eyes.

[A pitiful person, misled by a cult, faces cult members openly proselytizing; what would you choose...?]

Leif Truth Cult?

Could this be a cover for holding religious activities?

Will I be there at that time?

How come I didn't know?

"Um, sir, wait a minute."

He called out to the middle-aged man.

The man turned around, saw a boy in a school uniform, his eyes lit up, and he quickly squeezed through the crowd.

"Hey buddy, what's wrong?"

"The Grim Reaper you're talking about, is that the one who's been upholding justice lately?"

Han Chuan You asked, feigning curiosity.

The middle-aged man nodded repeatedly, a glint of excitement flashing in his eyes.

"Yes, yes, that's him! You've heard of him too? It seems the Grim Reaper's fame has spread far and wide!"

He excitedly handed over a flyer.

"Hey buddy, how about we grab a coffee? I'll explain the doctrines of our Truth Cult to you in detail."

Han Chuan You took the flyer, which listed the location and time of the church event.

The uncle continued rambling on and on about a whole bunch of random things.

He glanced at the flyer, waved his hand, and said, "Sorry, I have to go to school, but I'll look into it."

"You absolutely must come! May the God of Truth bless you," the uncle earnestly urged, then squeezed through the other passengers to continue handing out flyers.

Han Chuanyou took out his phone, took a picture of the contents of the flyer, then crumpled the flyer into a ball and stuffed it into his pocket.

Death will descend upon this scene, right?

It would seem disrespectful not to go myself.

He has always despised this kind of cult.

The prevalence of cults in island nations is not only due to loopholes in the law itself, but also often involves the involvement of politicians.

These politicians use believers as their voter base and churches as a cover, turning faith into a tool for canvassing votes.

Those truly devout believers from the lower classes are often nothing more than pawns to be used and discarded, used to vote for them, spread their opinions, and raise political donations for them.

Some extreme sects even make their followers contribute their family property, or even their wives and children, to satisfy the leader's personal desires, which is extremely disgusting.

In his view, only a complete doctrine, a pursuit of truth, goodness and beauty, and a hope for people are orthodox religions that he does not oppose, and that is the basis for so-called freedom of belief.

But this Lev Truth Cult in front of me doesn't look like a good thing at all.

They use his title of Grim Reaper to glorify themselves, spouting lies about a true god descending to earth, about salvation and protection.

Churches that cause countless families to be torn apart and destroyed should not exist.

Now that they've dared to challenge the person in question, it's time for me to go and have a proper talk with them.