Tokyo Trickster

Nakanohara loosened his tie, walked out of the tram station, and stood on Shibuya Central Street, unable to help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The setting sun hits this bustling street, illuminating the shadows of people. A man in a suit is wondering whether he should go to a familiar izakaya to have a drink.

He checked the time on his phone. It was already twenty past eight. He had to find a phone booth quickly.

The thick glasses on the bridge of the nose swayed a blurry light green light, just like the Bols green mint liqueur swirled into the glass from the bartender's hands, like liquid jade.

Although he had not drunk any alcohol, Nakanohara staggered through the streets bathed in the dusk like a drunk. The distant deep red light outlined the contours of the buildings above the shadows.

The beautiful, dreamlike, real and fake scene faded away in an instant. In front of this man whose spirit was broken by cigarettes, alcohol and overtime work, there was only a lonely telephone booth left.

It stands at the end of the street as the sun sets. The old wallpaper has faded. Its former compatriots have died one after another in the community planning project books. It is now alone and no one cares about it.

For a long time, this telephone booth has been a tourist attraction in the neighborhood, where people can visit and appreciate the atmosphere of the Showa era.

The lonely telephone booth looked at the lonely Nakanohara.

They have nothing, and their only remaining role in society is about to be replaced by others.

Living on the edge of the city, the huge Tokyo is ready to create a wave that will overturn and drown the humble people who are unable to board the big ships.

Meow~ Amid the cat's meow, a big black cat lazily jumped down from the top of the telephone booth. Its pupils showed three parts of disdain, three parts of arrogance, three parts of self-confidence and one part of sleepiness, just like a pie-shaped statistical chart.

The rustic-looking man with a bowl-shaped head and square-framed glasses rushed forward and tried to catch the black cat that was closely related to the "Phantom Thieves of the Heart". However, the worker who had just finished a busy day could not catch up with the clever hunter, and soon he was exhausted and panting, looking at Morgana jumping up and down with grief and powerlessness.

Meow~ Morgana's insults sounded like just a cat's meow to ordinary people.

Seeing that there was a language barrier, it had no choice but to jump back onto the roof of the phone booth, took out a piece of paper with numbers written on it and threw it down. The paper floated down in mid-air and landed in Nakanohara's hand.

Nakanohara looked at the phone number on the note, then at the telephone booth in front of him. He swallowed, opened the glass door with the handle wiped clean, and entered the number on the repeatedly painted dialer according to the note.

Beep, beep, beep...a ​​series of short busy tones.

A voice that was obviously processed by a voice changer came out of the receiver. "Hello, Mr. Nakanohara Natsuhiko."

Amamiya Ren looked at the screen on the computer monitor and continued, "You hope that the Phantom Thieves will steal Madarame Ikryusai's evil heart and make him repent, right?"

Morgana used his cat's paw to slap the work ID card of "Nakanohara Natsuhiko" that he had just stolen onto the glass wall facing the pinhole camera.

“Yes, that’s right.” Nakanohara, whose real name was called out, couldn’t help but feel a little in awe of this mysterious organization.

"I see," Amamiya Ren, wearing headphones, sat in an alley not far from a sign that said "Construction Ahead, No Passing," and opened her laptop's "OneNote" to write and draw. "Please explain the reason."

Nakanohara looked around, and there were almost no people passing by on this path, "I am...I am a former disciple of Madarame Ikryusai."

"I used to stay at his house, and all I thought about was painting. I really wanted to be a painter. I had a senior who entered the school earlier than me. He was a very talented person. Naturally, he was also targeted by Madarame, and all his works were taken over by Madarame... In fact, it was not just the senior's problem."

"Later, my senior committed suicide. Probably because he couldn't stand Madarame being praised for his work. This also scared me, so I left the studio despite Madarame's objections... But he put pressure on all sides and cut off my path to painting."

At this point, he clenched his fists, his expression grim. "I decided to choose another path, so I went to work at the district office... but I still couldn't regain my former ideals."

While recording, Amamiya Ren asked him, "So, you want revenge?"

"Yes," Nakanohara Natsuhiko gritted his teeth, "but this is also to save a boy's life."

"There is still one young man left with Madarame, he is about 16 years old. Not only does he have the talent for painting, he is also alone and indebted to Madarame. For Madarame, he is a perfect fat sheep."

"When I was still with Madarame, I once asked him: Don't you feel pain when you are with Madarame?"

"His answer was: If I could escape, I would really like to escape."

Nakanohara Natsuhiko took a deep breath, his eyes changed from evasive to firm, "I may not have the face to say this after running away, but I really don't want the tragedy of that senior brother to happen again... At least let that young man with a bright future be saved."

"Regarding Madarame's repentance, I sincerely hope that you can consider this matter!"

The setting sun slowly fell along the glass wall, dyeing Nakanohara's cheeks a deep red like blood.

Amamiya Ren stopped typing on the keyboard, thinking, "The boy's name is Kitagawa Vsuke, right?"

“You guys...?!” Nakanohara Natsuhiko’s expression changed from horror to ecstasy.

"The Phantom Thieves will not forgive the evil thief who stole the dreams of young people," Amamiya Ren replied with a smile, "Go back and rest. You will see the expected results on the news soon."

"Oh, by the way, feel your trouser pocket." The thief reminded.

Nakanohara was shocked to find that his work ID card had disappeared and was replaced by a red joker card.

"look up."

His work ID card was posted on the glass wall in front.

"The Phantom Thieves of the Heart have agreed to your request."

(Second update.)

057. Sakura and Futaba are Pikachu

In Setagaya at dusk, Amamiya Ren unplugged the "Construction Ahead, No Passing" sign at the entrance of the alley and walked towards the street carrying a shoulder bag containing a laptop and a signal receiver.

Morgana waited until Nakanohara left, then he crawled into the phone booth and used his claws to remove the pinhole camera and signal transmitter installed in the corner, then he crawled out of the phone booth with the devices in his mouth, and ran on all four legs to catch up with Amamiya Ren who was a little further away.

"Well done," the team leader took away the camera and signal transmitter. He generously and selflessly gave praise and rewards, "I'll treat you to the Big Bang Burger today. I've placed the order, and it will be delivered to the receiving station near the secret base in half an hour."

After winning the "Cosmic Tower Castle" challenge, I still haven't finished building the Sea Cow Gundam. The voucher I've stored in the mobile app for half a month has finally found its place...

Can be used to reward Morgana.

Amamiya Ren looked at the suddenly excited big cat, wondering who this guy was.

In the impression space and reality, Morgana's body changed from a nearly humanoid monster to an ordinary house cat. It knew much more about the world than Lavenda, but after a little thought, it could feel the difference.

Morgana knew the space of impressions very well, and he knew reality equally well.

The postscript of the eagle's successor written by the world-weary Xinzhong is completed

But before it met Amamiya Ren, it didn't even have a place to sleep.

Lavenda has been living in the Velvet Room waiting for the arrival of the contractor.

What is Morgana?

Shadow? Or is it actually some kind of weird story that has strayed into the space of impressions?

No, Amamiya Ren looked at the red lanterns lit at the entrance of the izakaya in the distance. Ghost stories exist as a concept that was born with rules.

At least you can search for related words on the Internet. The name Morgana is just a messy entertainment advertisement on the Internet.

He tried to search for various cat-related ghost stories, but none of them matched the "Magician" beside him.

"Mr. Amamiya!" The big cat's voice brought Amamiya Ren back to her senses.

"Call me by my code name when you're on a mission."

"Yes! Joker!"

"Okay, Mona."

"Eh? Isn't my code name Magician?"

"I suddenly feel that Mona is more catchy."

"I think Magician is more handsome..."

Amamiya Ren acted arbitrarily and forced Morgana to change his code name. "What did you just call me for?"

"I..." Morgana thought to himself that he would not bother with this little thief for Hamburg's sake, "I think it is very likely that Madarame Ichiryusai is as bad as Mr. Nakanohara said."

"How do you know that? You haven't seen Madarame himself."

"The emotions that flowed out of Mr. Nakanohara as he shared his experiences were not fake..."

"Really?" Amamiya Ren replied to Lavenda on the phone, asking her to help make a pot of black tea. "Madame Ikryusai will hold an art exhibition here tomorrow. You can come along."

Following the direction of his outstretched finger, you can see a brightly lit shopping mall. Three trucks are parked at the entrance of the mall, and staff are going back and forth unloading decorations and paintings from the trucks.

“Seeing is believing.”

The sun set below the sea level, the night rose, and the stars were in the sky.

The small secret base with all the necessary facilities is brightly lit, and the two men and one cat of the Phantom Thieves are celebrating the official establishment of the Phantom Thieves.

The base was built and the first commission was accepted.

There is always a sense of accomplishment that satisfies the daydreams of the middle school years. Amamiya Ren drank black tea and watched Lavenda cut the burger into pieces and put them on the plate. Morgana was excited to taste the food he had never touched before. It's not a real cat, so there is no taboo.

There was a faint chirping of cicadas outside the window.

Dr. Takemiya, who was sitting opposite the balcony, was ready to rest and had turned off the lights behind the tightly drawn curtains.

Morgana was willing to guard the secret base, as he felt the atmosphere here was suitable for his identity as a "mysterious thief".

There are a lot of mosquitoes in early autumn, but no matter how many there are, they will not bite this creature that has no blood in its body.

Walking on the street with advertisements of all sizes, the old street lamps emitted the same old dim light, and Amamiya Ren strolled alone in the deep shadows of the buildings. In order to avoid trouble, Lavenda hid in the Velvet Room early.

He didn’t know if it was an illusion, but the “hunting instinct” that Orion brought to Amamiya Ren had been reminding him: someone was watching him.

Who is watching me?

Following her intuition, Amamiya Ren looked at the infrared camera on top of the self-service vending machine next to the street lamp.

There is a sense of incongruity in the abrupt style of painting.

Walking along the streets of Shigenjaya, you can always hear old people playing Showa classics on their MP4s. The faded and peeling walls haven’t been repainted for several years. No one knows where the community managers spend their money.

But it is obvious that people who are unwilling to even clean up the streets are unlikely to install such novelties.

In particular...why are cameras installed on a vending machine that is barely as tall as an adult?

It can be easily inferred that this thing was installed privately.

Since you want to steal the privacy of passers-by, I will confiscate it without hesitation.

Amemiya Ren stood on tiptoe, unplugged the data cable connected to the vending machine under the camera, and then took away the camera.

He was too lazy to go to the traffic police station.

With a criminal record, going there to take the statement is just asking for trouble.

At Sakura's house a little further away.

Sakura Futaba stared at the black screen, she bit the candy in her mouth, puffed up her cheeks, angrily switched the permissions to other cameras, her pale little hands tapped quickly on the keyboard, a little annoyed.

She installed these cameras by sneaking out late at night.

Now it's been torn down, damn it, do you know how painful and tormented I am every time I go out? ! Sakura Futaba thought viciously, she must teach him a lesson.

However, after a period of deep thought, it turned out that there was nothing that could be done about Amamiya Ren.

The only thing I can do is to secretly send messages to his photos at night.

In fact, she also thought about hacking into Amamiya Ren's phone... Her friend codenamed Alice taught her many profound and useful network intrusion techniques.

But after personal practice, I found that almost all the network devices around Amamiya Ren were equipped with strict protection systems. Obviously, there was an expert helping her.

If he really attacked with determination, he might end up in the Metropolitan Police Department.

Sakura Futaba watched sadly as Amamiya Ren dismantled the cameras she had installed with great effort one by one along the way, and she could do nothing.

I could only look at the beautiful photos of Amamiya Ren that covered the entire wall, transform myself into Tokyo Pikachu, and vent my sorrow with one hundred thousand volts.

I would like to recommend a friend's book, Persona X. A free P5 fanfiction. Very good. I decided to write a P5 fanfiction after reading this book a few years ago.

Dry weather: There is only one chapter today, adjust your schedule

As you can see, this book has been updated from time to time.

He was already on the brink of sudden death.

Sorry, there is only one chapter today. I will adjust my schedule and update during the day from now on.

Thank you for your understanding~

In addition, I made some devilish changes to the outline today. The stories of p3 and p4 will be involved in the subsequent plots, and I also thought of the plot of putting Gegege no Kitaro down.

The weather is dry: 058.v, let's try "Sekiro"

"Amamiya-san, please answer this question."

In the quiet math class, no one wanted to answer the difficult questions asked by the teacher. The students with better grades actually solved the problems, but they were not sure whether they were correct, so they were naturally afraid of the possibility of making a fool of themselves.

Amemiya Ren, who was in a state of madness, stood up immediately and put down the book "Advanced Analysis of Indeterminate Equations" which had its cover replaced with a novel magazine cover. He walked to the podium, picked up the chalk, and completed the calculations and verifications amid the sound of chalk falling.

The students in Class 1-D and even the teachers of various subjects have become numb.

Well, no matter how tricky the question is, as long as it conforms to the teaching syllabus, you can throw it out and he will give the correct answer.

This was the third time that Amamiya Ren had pointed out various problems and mistakes for her inattention in class due to her part-time job outside the school. Kawakami Sadaya wanted to grab those who spread the rumors and question them, "Is this what you call a bad transfer student? What kind of bad student can slack off in class and still remember every word the teacher said?"