The Strange Cat from Fuuto

"Left, hold on, left!"

Brother A followed behind the surgical trolleys, his face devoid of its usual composure. Shotaro and Akiko each lay on a surgical trolley, while the accompanying nurses and doctors hurried alongside.

"Is this an emergency patient?"

The doctor in the white coat hurried to the operating trolley, checked on Shotaro's condition as he followed it, and then checked on Akiko.

"Prepare operating rooms number one and two immediately, and call Dr. Baomeng over!"

"Their condition can't be delayed any longer!"

"Prepare for surgery immediately!"

"Ding!"

After the operating room lights came on, Brother A sat outside the operating room and punched his thigh.

"Isaka Mikuruo!"

"Shh!"

The burly head nurse glared sternly at Brother A, pointed to the operating room, and said, "Please keep quiet!"

"Yes Yes Yes!"

.........

"Lord Miku is back! Quickly inform the kitchen. Tell them to prepare food immediately!"

"Miyai, go and prepare bathwater for Lord Miku!"

"Kaneki, go and guard Lord Miku's door!"

"Everyone, get moving! Quick, quick, quick!"

The head maid under the shirt directed her maids to quickly prepare everything that Miku needed for the next step.

As for Miku, he lay in his cat bed, his body rising and falling steadily, his eyes closed.

"Mr. Ensaki, this is such a pity!"

After handing the saber-toothed tiger memory to the old man, Isaka picked up the fried noodles on the plate with a fork.

"Philip was already in our hands, but then a bird-shaped memory chip appeared out of nowhere and rescued him!"

"But I brought Miku back to you!"

"Tell me what exactly happened!"

The old man casually placed Miku's memory on the table, rested his chin on his hands, and his brown eyes revealed an inquisitive look.

Let's rewind to when Isaka had just left the agency...

"This time we've really reaped a huge harvest!"

With Philip and Miku in his hands, Isaka was heading back to Madoka's house with a rather smug look on his face. Having spent so much time with Saeko, she had already told Isaka some of the museum's secrets, including, of course, the importance of Philip.

The chosen one!

This is how Saeko described Philip.

To defeat his father and reign supreme at the top of the museum, Philip is indispensable!

"Wow!"

A sharp cry came from above Isaka's head. Looking up, he saw a bird-shaped memory swooping towards him.

"What kind of memory is this?"

Caught off guard, Isaka, who was knocked off balance by the bird-shaped memory, accidentally dropped the unconscious Miku and Philip on the ground.

"Wow!"

The bird-shaped memory, constantly chirping, skillfully circled in the air, waiting for the right opportunity to pounce on Isaka.

"This is so annoying!"

Crimson lightning shot out, enveloping the bird-shaped memory in a large net. Isaka, who thought he could easily defeat it, was astonished to find that the bird-shaped memory withstood his lightning attack.

Not only that, the bird-shaped memory hovering over Philip cast a green data light screen, and Philip's body decomposed into a data stream under this light screen, which was then absorbed into the bird-shaped memory.

Without leaving behind the bird-shaped memory that contained Philip, it took off and flew away.

Only Isaka was left standing there, dumbfounded.

"damn it!"

...........

That's roughly how things went!

After finishing a plate of fried noodles without stopping, Isaka, who was recounting the events, finally let out a long sigh of relief.

The weather memory not only helps him suppress the backlash from countless memories within his body, but also requires him to eat a lot to replenish the energy consumed each time he uses it.

"Father, what exactly is that memory device?"

Saeko pressed the old man for details, and he sighed softly, "I never expected it to be XTREME!"

"That guy finally couldn't hold back and started making his move!"

...........

Where am I?

Miku rolled over and groggily opened his eyes, only to be greeted by a scene that was all too familiar.

"This is my room, but aren't I at the office?"

Fragmented memories flooded back, and Miku gritted her teeth, uttering two words in her mind: "Isaka!"

"Excuse me!"

Jin Mujin cautiously opened the door, peeking halfway into the room. Upon seeing that Miku was awake, she immediately tidied her appearance and approached Miku, speaking meticulously, "Lord Miku, you're awake!"

"Well then, excuse me!"

As usual, Miku underwent a bath, grooming, and nail trimming. After the grooming was complete, Jin Mujin carried her to the restaurant.

"Yo, Miku!" Isaka greeted with a smile, "How did you sleep?"

"Well...well...Isaka Fumirou!"

Having broken free from Jin Mujin's embrace, Miku leaped towards Isaka, the sharp claws protruding from his paw pads gleaming coldly.

"Stop, Miku!"

The old man slammed his hand on the table to stop Miku's actions, "Now that you're back, stay home and don't run around outside all day!"

Miku, perched on the table, glanced somewhat resentfully at Isaka, who was standing close by, then withdrew its paws and lowered its head, saying, "I...I...I understand, Grandpa!"

"Then sit down and get ready for dinner!"

"Wakana has missed you for a long time!"

"I...I...I understand!"

Miku, with its tail drooping, walked to its seat, its head lowered, its eyes fixed on its paws, as if there were flowers on them.

He dared not look at Isaka now; if he did, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to control himself!

I can't help but bite this doctor to death!

"Miku!"

When Wakana arrived at the restaurant, she was still dressed in her usual tacky style. The moment she saw Miku, she rushed to him and hugged him tightly.

"Miku, look how thin you've become! Have you been eating properly while you're out?"

"Look at me, am I pretty or not!"

"You know what? I miss you so much!"

Wakana rubbed her face against Miku, whispering to him. Seeing Wakana like this, the old man secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Wakana's constant laughing was really worrying, but now that Miku is back, her condition has finally stabilized with Miku by her side!

"Guards! Guards!"

A warm, gentle call roused Philip from his unconsciousness. Opening his eyes, he looked around and found himself in a space filled with green data streams. He was sitting on a bench formed by a raised section of the floor.

Who's calling me?

Philip got up and looked for the source of the sound; the protrusion slowly receded back into the ground.

Where exactly is this place?

Philip looked around cautiously at the unfamiliar surroundings.

"You are now in the XTREME memory!" Sherrard's face was revealed on one side of the data space, her eyes hidden behind sunglasses, making it impossible to discern her thoughts.

"Am I inside memory?"

Filled with doubt, Philip watched Sherrard emerge from the data stream. "You can't afford to get hurt right now, neither for this planet nor for me!"

Standing face to face with Philip, Sherrard said, "You are indispensable!"

"You are Sherrard!"

The wary look in Philip's eyes as he watched Sherrard sent a pang of pain through Sherrard's heart.

"You saved me, I'm so grateful!"

But I need to go back immediately!

"Isaka has launched a surprise attack on the office. We don't know the situation of Shotaro and Akiko yet. I need to get back immediately!"

Philip thanked them politely, but was eager to leave.

“You can’t go!” Sherrard said gently to Philip, “Shotaro Sasaki will bring you misfortune!”

You need to stay away from him!

After hearing Sherrard's advice, Philip exploded. "You're telling me to stay away from Shotaro?"

"Which one is impossible!"

"You have no idea about what's going on between us, and you have no idea about the bond between us!"