Tokyo Trickster

This is uncontrollable, Hanekawa Tsubasa told himself.

She regards perfection as the key to survival.

I shouldn't pursue a promiscuous boy. But if the target is Amamiya Ren, even if he has many girlfriends, he is still in line with the social cognition of "perfection".

Reason told her that this was feasible and necessary.

Her instincts told her that she shouldn't continue following Amamiya Ren's path.

In the end, she lost to her instinct. Hanekawa Tsubasa used "perfection" as a way to survive. She pursued perfection, and therefore fell in love with Amamiya Ren.

But before the end, no one can be sure whether they can stay with Amamiya Ren in the end.

Since there is the Phantom Thieves of the Heart who can make sinners repent... Hanekawa Tsubasa thought that if she could invite the girls who also like Amamiya Ren to create a group to compete for affection, she might be able to get a chance to make the move.

(Lavenda: I remember that it was my turn to date Amamiya Ren on Christmas, and I drew lots through your crappy group. But in the end, those guys kidnapped her. Such a useless organization should be disbanded as soon as possible!)

(Py a friend's book.)

(① The blood-flowing fighting anime Aoi, "Shocking Tokyo First Punch!")

17-year-old Ace: 199. Confession in the midst of fireworks (5.6K/7k)

"There will be a fireworks display at the Kitashiro Snake Shrine."

The girl's voice was as light as a piece of gauze blown by the evening breeze.

She was wearing a simple red and white kimono, with her long black hair tied into a braid and hanging down her shoulders, revealing her skin as white as snow. Against the backdrop of the night scene, she looked like a smoothie flowing in a blender. She was holding a lantern with the words "Fireworks fade easily" written on it, and approached Amamiya Ren, following closely. In her dark eyes flowed the starlight like a spring, reflecting the starry sky.

Amamiya Ren pushed up his glasses, which were a gift from Oshino Yoru, and could disguise vampires as humans, and also had the function of "yin-yang eyes". He looked at Hanekawa Tsubasa's profile, "It's getting late. If you go back after watching the fireworks, your family will be worried about you."

“I live alone~”

"Isn't it a bit too much to casually reveal such private information to boys?"

"Hey, you are my good friend." Hanekawa Tsubasa had that signature warm smile on his face.

If Bei Mu Ni Zhou hadn't secretly sold Yu Gong Lian a property worth 200 million last night, he might have really believed it. Good friends? I think this is more than just friendship! (See Chapter 198 for details)

Complaining about Hanekawa Tsubasa's ulterior motives in her heart, Amamiya Ren bought two strings of mochi from a vendor pushing a cart on the roadside and handed them to her friend, "Take them."

Tsubasa Hanekawa took a bite of a piece of mochi, and the sweet and soft taste buds enjoyed it, bringing out the joy of the Chinese New Year.

After the fireworks on January 1st, the city was full of fireworks, and then there was a torrential rain. There was no real sense of the holiday. I always felt that I was still on campus, but I opened and closed my eyes, as if in the past, the bell for the end of get out of class would ring in the evening. Amamiya Ren would sit in the corner of the empty classroom, grasping the lead in academics in the gap between the gloomy crowd.

I don't know when I started to get used to staying after school to check on the students on duty. Whenever the teacher or classmates asked me about it, I said it was "the duty of the monitor" and I received a lot of praise. In fact, I just wanted to watch the sunset dye someone's face red, muttering words to say goodbye to today, and it seemed that my steps became lighter and stronger.

This is a feeling of anticipation that lingers in the city of Naoetsu and in this school. She feels the anticipation in class, after school, on the way to school, in the study, in the bedroom... She is always aware of a strong sense of existence that comes from Amamiya Ren, making her look forward to and enjoy the pursuit of an unknown future.

If ambiguous words are used to modify this feeling, it can be defined as "secret love".

Tsubasa Hanekawa quietly raised his eyes to glance at the corners of Amamiya Ren's eyebrows. The pair of gray eyes hidden behind the lenses seemed to reflect Georges Delatour's "Mary Magdalene in the Mirror".

"Are you thinking of a painting?" Amamiya Ren suddenly turned her head and met Hanekawa Tsubasa's gaze. They looked at each other but smiled. "Let me guess, it's 'Mary Magdalene in the Mirror'."

The painting is based on the Gospel of St. Luke 8:2, in which Jesus exorcises the "Seven Demons" from Mary. In the New Testament of the Bible, she is described as a female follower of Jesus.

When Jesus was brought to trial, all the believers left and fled, but she followed Jesus to the cross, watching Jesus suffer, die, and be buried. After the Sabbath, Mary went to Jesus' tomb before dawn and found it empty. Other disciples heard about it, saw the empty tomb and left, but she stayed and cried at the empty tomb, so she would be the first witness to see the resurrected Jesus.

Hanekawa Tsubasa smiled and shook his head, "I think it's the Descent from the Cross at Antwerp Cathedral now."

"Is it going to be the turn of Georges Delatour's other painting, 'Maria Magdalene the Penitent', soon?" Amamiya Ren threw the wooden stick into the trash can and began to discuss the development and birth of religious oil paintings.

Cong Yu floated above their heads, bewildered. What were they talking about? I knew every word, but why couldn't I understand them when they were put together?

Lavenda, who was eavesdropping in the Velvet Room, was also confused. She looked at Shiomi Kotone, who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa rubbing the handle, and said, "Hamko, do you understand?"

"What's a Hamu?" Kotone Shiomi paused "The Legend of Zelda: Kingdom of Tears" on the TV screen and asked Lavenda curiously.

Lavenda took out a letter and said, "This is the letter Elizabeth wrote after being taken away by Margaret. Now I give it to you. The recipient is written as 'ハム子'."

"I don't approve of such a weird name!" Xijian Qinyin grabbed the sofa pillow and threw it at the blade that was sneaking around to bite her neck. "By the way, is it okay for you to call your sisters like this?"

"I hate those troublesome guys the most." Lavenda pursed her thin lips, "Anyway, let's find a way to get rid of that bastard named Hanekawa Tsubasa first."

"I haven't changed my clothes yet... wait a moment." Shiomi Kotone pushed open the door and rushed into the bathroom of the Amemiya family.

"Don't forget this!" Lavenda handed her an exquisite kimono.

......

Young lovers stood by the fountain and watched.

A young man in a white haori slowly took the seat on the piano stand placed in the center of the square. His ten fingers jumped and danced on the black and white keys. The sound changed from gentle to low, and from low to light and intense, as if a pile of firewood was poured with fuel. Complex notes burst out from the dense afterimages, and the unadjusted piano played Maksim's "Croatian Rhapsody".

After the song ended, the more lively "Turkish March" followed.

The gentle girl held up a paper umbrella to block the falling snow from the boy. Her smile was always genuine and full of warmth, but at this moment she restrained her smile, as if she was no longer the "perfect Hanekawa Tsubasa".

Perhaps Hanekawa Tsubasa's heartbeat also jumped along with Amemiya Ren's playing, as if it was being held firmly by a pair of hands. She felt like she couldn't breathe, the whole world was spinning, and the only thing left in her sight was the back of that person with his occasionally trembling shoulders.

Ah... She opened her mouth, and something seemed to be rolling up her throat. She wanted to speak out immediately, but was held back by that "perfection". Rational perfection was saying something colder than the snowy night in Naoetsu: "This is a confession that is doomed to fail."

When she finally let her emotions overcome her rationality, and was driven by the passion that came from the depths of her soul and made her entire body throb—

The overwhelming flames rushed up to the star-studded night sky. The clamor drowned out all other sounds. The cheers, applause, the lingering sound of the piano music, the whispers of the girls, the noise of the crowd, all disappeared. The whole world was left with only fireworks burning.

Hanekawa Tsubasa's lips trembled a few times as she stared blankly at the night sky filled with blooming flowers.

Amamiya Ren stood up and stretched, "Happy New Year, Hanekawa-san."

His mood seemed light, "Did you just say something?"

"Hmm..." Hanekawa Tsubasa's face was filled with that gentle and perfect smile again, "I forgot. Maybe it will take some time to remember it."

"Really? Tell me when you think of it. I'm happy to be a good listener."

The boy's delicate face was reflected in the sky full of fireworks.

Hanekawa Tsubasa was watching intently, and her fingers that were tightly gripping the cuffs of her kimono quietly loosened. She quietly grabbed the corner of Amamiya Ren's clothes and followed him into the crowd.

12 seconds ago.

In the corner of the village, in an open space dotted with reefs, two staff members got off a TV live broadcast vehicle and pointed their cameras at the fireworks launcher that was about to be ignited.

"So, shall we light the fire?"

"Approval has been passed! Over, the fireworks show is about to begin!" The staff's voice came through the wireless headphones.

Shiomi Kotone, who was passing by the beach, stood on the steps. She snapped her fingers, and the temperature under the transmitter suddenly increased. The fuses started burning directly without passing through the machine.

"Hey, hey, hey! The transmitter is malfunctioning! The ignition time is advanced!!!"

She glanced at the busy staff, and [Opros] behind her slowly disappeared.

"Fireworks disappear very quickly. That's why we need to watch them with others. It's okay to forget the appearance and color of the fireworks, but you will always remember the face of the person next to you."

Shiomi Kotone looked towards the commercial street in the distance. She was going to a war.

17-Year-Old Ace: 200. Shura Field (7.2K/7K words)

The fireworks were brilliant before the stars, and dimmed after the lights came on. In the distance, fishing boats were returning home under the guidance of the lighthouse. The waves hit the reefs, barnacles scratched the feet of the fallen tourists, and blood mixed with the dark land.

"Let's go, don't look anymore." The blond boy said to the burly man, "This is the new king's kingdom, be careful not to be treated as his prey. We are lucky enough to survive because of that human named Shinobu."

"Well... I haven't eaten for a long time, and I almost couldn't control myself," the sturdy man said in a muffled voice.

The fishing boat had already reached the shore, moored on the dark sea reflecting the shimmering waves. The people playing on the beach turned a blind eye to it, as if it was a river flowing in the underworld, and the ferryman named Charon was paddling the boat to lead the dead to the world apart from the human world.

"The ones on board were a vampire and a half-vampire—" There really was an elderly man sitting at the bow, and in his hand was not a paddle, but a gilded flintlock.

His voice was as old and hard as a rusty door hinge. He pulled aside the curtain on the folding table beside him, revealing a copper scale. "15 ounces of gold. Or its equivalent."

“There has never been such a price before.”

"The situation is different now, man. Although we are all smuggling, we have to consider the occasion." The old man slapped the flintlock rifle on his thigh, used his skinny fingers to pull out a stone-carved bullet from the magazine and bit it with his teeth, then took out a small cloth bag from his pocket. Inside were a dozen crystal clear bullets, and you could see the rainbow-glittering liquid swirling in them.

He pressed the crystal pellets onto the base and loaded the stone bullets.

"The water in the baptistery of St. Peter's Basilica has been blessed by the protagonists of all ages. Well, in layman's terms, you can just call it 'holy water'. Anyone want to try it?" The old man raised his flintlock and grinned, "I finally got the boat here, you can't let me go back with an empty cabin."

The two vampires looked at each other and finally decided to pay his price.

The passengers of this ship are only strange stories. At least in Asia, it is the only ferry that can safely pass through the sea and has the tacit approval of the monsters that entrench themselves on the size of a country.

......

Shiomi Kotone, wearing a kimono, stood at the intersection. She looked at Amamiya Ren and Hanekawa Tsubasa who were walking towards her, waved the round fan in her hand, and greeted them in a very calm manner.

"Happy New Year, Amamiya-senpai, who is this?"

"Hekawa Tsubasa, Amemiya-san's friend." Hanekawa Tsubasa's smile was as gentle and enthusiastic as ever.

Shiomi Kotone also smiled, "Nice to meet you. My name is Shiomi Kotone, your girlfriend."

"Nice to meet you," Hanekawa Tsubasa became more enthusiastic.

"I'm also very happy to meet a peer like Hanekawa who is cute and academically excellent. Let's have a chance to exchange learning experiences together in the future!" Shiomi Kotone wanted to shake hands with her.

Hanekawa Tsubasa took the initiative to hold her hand, "I'm very happy. I've always heard that Shiomi-san is a talented person..."

Amamiya Ren didn't dare to listen. He felt a chill down his spine. He had become a vampire, but why was he still so timid? He felt that he had to be brave for once. "I suddenly remembered that I forgot to give the cat food to my cat. I need to go home quickly."

He put his hands in his pockets and turned his back, like an unrivaled swordsman in the world, with an invincible aura lingering between his brows. He cupped his hands and said, "Then I will take my leave for now."

"Sir, please stay!" Xijian Qinyin hurriedly chased after him.

The Sword Master paused, "What's the matter?"

"I have a favor to ask for. Sir, you are a great chivalrous man, I believe you will not refuse." This is obvious moral kidnapping.

"......You can say it as you like." The Sword Master said with difficulty.

"There's going to be a fierce battle, and I'm afraid you can't avoid it." This was a warning.

"What if you insist on avoiding it?"

"There may be a fire in the backyard."

Amamiya Ren's breathing stagnated. "What if we fight?"

"Perhaps we can subdue the evil spirit that is doing evil on the coast."

"There is no battle in the world that I cannot win!"

"Well, sir, you are so generous! Let me lead the way."

"How bold of you to give directions!" Amamiya Ren followed Shiomi Kotone back to the intersection in a daze.

Hanekawa Tsubasa stood where Shiomi Kotone was originally, smiling like a flower.

The scene seemed familiar, as if he was standing in front of this intersection just a few minutes ago, except that the person beside him was Hanekawa Tsubasa, and standing opposite him was Shiomi Kotone.

I shouldn't have come back.

The Phantom Thief only came to his senses at this moment, as if his thinking had been accidentally disturbed by lust and greed.

Kamoshida, Sakata Kanegin, I curse you to suffer all kinds of torture in hell.

(PS: 24K words updated in 7.2 hours. Originally it was 1.1k words, released regularly. One chapter was stopped by the review, which was a pity, so I had to tear it all down and republish it after minor modifications.)

(In the future, I will try to update 1~2 chapters late at night, and 1~2 chapters in the afternoon and evening.)

17-year-old Ace: 201. Astringent O's Transaction (3.5K words)

There are still 4 days left until the end of spring break.

Amamiya Ren was lying on the bed flipping through a food magazine, and she didn't seem to worry at all about turning back into a human.

The vampire princess sat on his back, her skin as white and transparent as ice and snow, her slender legs resting on Amamiya Ren's shoulders, her delicate feet that could be held in one hand rubbed his chin from time to time, full of teasing meaning - she held a medical blood transfusion bag in her hand, because eating can make the body's strength expand to a further state. Now Blade Heart is in the posture of a girl, her appearance has increased to 14~15 years old, wearing a white and thin dress, her figure is also graceful and delicate, and her childish eyebrows are also stretched, with a mixture of youthfulness and charm.

Thanks to Takemi Tadashi's help, Amamiya Ren, with her work permit from "Takemi Internal Medicine Hospital" in her hand, easily bought a refrigerated blood bag at the blood station in Naoetsu.

"What do you want to say?" Amamiya Lian finally couldn't help it, grabbed the princess's smooth ankle, and moved her foot away from her lips. As mentioned above, vampires should be described as "life" rather than "living things", so there are no fungi or bacteria attached to the surface of the body, and naturally there is no odor. In fact, because of the "succubus" element, it constantly emits a pheromone that attracts sexual desire. In Amamiya Lian's sense of smell, it is a dense floral fragrance, which seems to be a rose, and it seems to be a night-blooming cereus. It is looming, and it arouses the human instinct to want to have sex.

Blade Heart changed to a kneeling position and poked the back of his neck with his finger.

"If you don't tell me, I won't ask anymore." The thief saw that his princess was in a low mood, so he turned over and lifted her up.

"I'm not a child," Ren Xiaxin finally showed his usual nonchalant smile, with a tiny bit of white fangs showing when his lips parted, making him look small and cute.

"It's just that I went from being an elementary school student to a junior high school student."

"Hehe, the charm of bodies of different ages varies greatly. You almost couldn't help it, right? My dependent who is dominated by external desires!"

"Hehehe." Amamiya Lian just sneered.

"Ah, you are such a dishonest boy," Blade Heart stroked Amamiya Ren's cheek, "I remember you mentioned before that you wanted to turn back into a human, right?"