Tokyo Trickster

Tianganwuzao: 062.The King’s Life

"Woo...oh," after a heavy gasp, the burly old man fell heavily to his knees. His eyes were a mixture of relief, regret, unwillingness, and emotion. Finally, as the long knife was pulled out of his chest, he completely lost his life.

The ninja codenamed Canine slowly stood up and slashed the throat of the old man's corpse with his sword. A life-saving, nurturing, and carefully cultivating relationship was interrupted.

Kitagawa Vsuke knelt in front of the TV with trembling hands. He had passed the game. The hell called "Ashina Country" could no longer restrain him.

Maybe this is what growing up is.

In order to fulfill his inspired creative inspiration, an art student who had never played a console game before gradually transformed himself into a legend who could fight against the sword master in endless sword battles.

He cried with joy; his two weeks in jail were finally over.

Kitagawa Vsuke's next action was to take out his mobile phone, find the pinned account in Line, and start typing with two fingers like an old man.

......

Xiujin High School.

The results announcement board where the list had just been posted was crowded with people.

His Majesty the King is playing with his mobile phone in the courtyard.

Suddenly, a Line message interrupted his FGO journey.

[Kitagawa v introduction: Mr. Amamiya, I did it. (Picture: Castle Shura)]

[I am a bug stick expert: I will go to your house after school today to check the results.]

【Kitagawa v introduction: My humble abode is hard to come by, I am afraid it is difficult to entertain you. 】

【Kitagawa v introduction: (with picture: map location). 】

[I am a bug stick master: (Just wait.jpg)]

Amamiya Ren immediately called Lavenda.

“Take the first step of your planning today.”

"Are we going to meet Madarame?"

"Well, if nothing unexpected happens, I can directly enter his mind palace."

The leader of the Phantom Thieves looked at the grass outside the courtyard that was turning yellow and withering. "You and Mona should prepare some supplies. It would be best if we could steal the treasure today."

"Roger that!"

He hung up the phone, and suddenly there were exclamations and sighs from the crowd a little further away.

Among them, Ryuji Sakamoto's voice is the loudest.

As expected, the yellow-haired guy rushed out of the crowd and found Amamiya Ren in disbelief, "You you you..."

Sakamoto Ryuji was tongue-tied, as if his language function had degenerated. His fingers moved back and forth between Amamiya Ren and himself, "I I...you you you..."

Finally, his expression became sad and miserable, "You play me!"

"I am indeed preparing for the exam." Amamiya Ren was very frank, "but they are all for next year's courses."

"Ah! Ouch!" Ryuji Sakamoto was about to suffocate.

The friend who skipped classes, played baseball together, and slacked off in class together was actually secretly doing something unsuccessful... No, it seemed like he was always doing something unsuccessful, but he was really slacking off, so no one noticed it.

But internal competition is internal competition, how did you end up being the top student in the grade?

Ryuji Sakamoto looked sad.

If it weren't for the occasional grammatical errors in her English composition, Amamiya Ren would have almost achieved the miracle of getting full marks in all subjects.

Surprisingly, neither Class 1-D nor the entire first-year staff showed any surprise or surprise at this.

Only Ryuji Sakamoto knew nothing.

Amamiya Lian patted the shoulder of this buddy who was not very smart, "You should think of a way to explain your test results to your parents."

"Brother Amamiya, save me!"

"There's nothing you can do."

"save......!"

Ryuji Sakamoto was abandoned in the courtyard by Amamiya Ren.

......

It's time to go home from school again.

Amamiya Ren left the classroom under the awe-inspiring gaze of the entire class.

His Majesty's reputation has changed from "brutal and bloodthirsty" to "cold, handsome, and unique" and now to "far-sighted, patient, and magnanimous"...

The teachers and students of Shujin High School all praised and admired his words and deeds, just as they did with Taku Kamoshida.

But this is different from the "gentle, friendly and reliable" person that Kamoshida pretends to be.

Amamiya Ren never needs to manage public opinion or personal image.

He just isolated the whole school on his own.

In the eyes of others, this is the arrogance of His Majesty the King as a monarch.

At some point, the shoe cabinet was filled with love letters from all grades every day. This was something that Amamiya Ren had experienced in junior high school. He calmly took out the love letters, soaked them in water, dried them, and then sent them to a recycling station to sell.

The girls were not discouraged. They regarded this as a trend and wrote love letters every day and then formed groups to throw them into Amamiya Ren's shoe cabinet after school.

This is a considerable extra income. Amamiya Ren took a shoulder bag to pack the love letter. Everyone knew that he was going to the recycling station, so a sensible boy brought a basin full of water.

Amamiya Ren glanced at him, thanked him, and then poured all the love letters in to soak them.

The boy ran away happily after being thanked, he regarded it as a grace and reward. Being able to talk to a famous author is something to brag about among peers.

On the tree-lined avenue at dusk, a girl with fluffy and curly hair like velvet flowers stood at the school gate, quietly watching his back, and turned away after a long time.

(Second update. Another hellish update. I was taught a lesson by Manke.)

063. After school, two people followed

Morgana is a cat.

But it can use its sharp claws with the help of its personality mask to create a variety of sophisticated infiltration props.

So even if you throw a box of Gundam to it...

Amamiya Ren saved a lot of time and labor fees, and all he had to pay was a cheap and delicious Big Bang burger.

It's not that the team leader wants to be harsh on his subordinates, he just hates that the capital turnover is difficult and the income is not enough to make ends meet.

He looked at the shop a little further away, where Morgana was climbing over the steps and gaps lightly with a bag on his back. The bag was full of "advance letters".

The man and the cat started the action near the station. Amamiya Ren took the bag full of notice letters, Morgana got into his newly bought shoulder bag, and then walked hurriedly towards the ticket station.

Taking the tram from Aoyama 1-chome to Shibuya, Amamiya Ren, wearing large plain glasses, sat in the corner of the carriage, reading a book with her head down, very low-key.

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"Have you heard? There have been a lot of strange accidents recently. It is said that the main reason is that the instigator suddenly lost control of his emotions..."

"Not insane? I remember seeing a report yesterday that the government is planning to build three new mental hospitals in Yokohama."

"How terrible..."

“I hope I don’t encounter that.”

A few college students were chatting quietly on the side. During the evening rush hour, the crowded carriage was packed with passengers of all kinds. As more and more people gathered, the group of people who were originally chatting fell silent.

Amamiya Ren frowned as he lowered his head to read a book. Orion kept reminding him that someone was following him.

Who is it?

He carefully flipped over his phone, which had been turned off, and used the reflection from the screen to observe his surroundings.

All that could be seen were tired faces reflected in the darkness, with cold light poles providing illumination on the top of the carriage.

The train whizzed through the underground passage, passing through the reserved passage for construction. The scenery outside the window was a mixture of light and dark. "Shibuya Station."

Amamiya Ren put away his phone, stuffed his book into his shoulder bag, picked up his bag, and followed the crowd out of the car. An annoyed cat's meow seemed to come from his shoulder bag, attracting the attention of the passengers around him. Maybe it was an illusion, but he couldn't disturb others. Thinking of this, they quickly looked away.

At the end of the crowd, a girl with short hair pulled her mask on and walked cautiously towards Amamiya Ren's back.

Her name is Shin Niijima, and she is a sophomore at Shujin High School. She was serving as the secretary of the student union half a month ago.

Japanese student unions place great emphasis on seniority. Even the most outstanding students can only start as clerks or in a slightly higher position in their first year.

The president of Shujin's student council was previously a talented and beautiful lady from a wealthy family, Daidoji Tomoyo, who was said to be the heiress of the Daidoji family, a Tokyo business tycoon.

However, as many scandals of Kamoshida Taku were exposed, the third-year student council president simply submitted an application for leave of absence, saying that she wanted to travel to China with her friends. She had already won the favor of Waseda University last year through awards in various major competitions.

So before the midterm exam of the second semester, the student union of this school fell into the dilemma of being leaderless.

Everyone covets the position of president. Because if you serve as the president of Shujin's student union until graduation, you can get a letter of recommendation from the school. After all, it is a key high school, which will be a great convenience when choosing a university.

As the secretary, Shin Niijima quickly became a strong candidate for the position of president with his excellent grades and comprehensive abilities.

Just before the emergency election meeting for the student union positions, the principal found her.

The ball-shaped man saw what Shinjima was really looking for, and he made a promise, "As long as you help me collect as much information as possible about Amamiya Ren's whereabouts while you are in office, I will ensure your success in the election."

"why me?"

“I asked the other candidates, and they were scared.”

"Are you sure I would challenge a potentially violent person for this position?"

"Niijima-san, your sister is a prosecutor in the system," the principal took out a business card from his tight pocket and handed it to her, his eyes sparkling. "I believe in your ability, so I am willing to give you a second condition. This is the phone number of the dean of studies. For this semester only, you can contact any regular tutoring institution in Tokyo in the name of Shujin High School for extracurricular courses."

Shinjima was silent for a few minutes, "He's just a transfer student with a criminal record."

"He is a genius who can change Shujin's future enrollment plan. You probably haven't used blogs and forums much recently. You don't understand the importance of the name 'Kurisu Akatsuki' in the Tokyo literary world. It means traffic that most writers dream of, and it means money pouring in like a tide." The principal also taught Chinese in his early years, so he saw it clearly, his heart was burning, and his tone became more and more excited.

"...Do you just need me to collect information about his daily whereabouts through the student group?" Shinjima was finally interested.

"Of course," the principal wiped the sweat from his forehead. He finally stopped praising Amamiya Ren, completely forgetting his acquiescence and inaction when Kamoshida persecuted the transfer student. "Submit a report at least once a week."

Shinjima really wanted this letter of recommendation that would lead to a prestigious school, and after much consideration, she decided to accept it.

"I'm sorry, Amamiya-san." She thought, watching the boy gradually walk away on the street, and finally decided to continue following him.

"That's... the new student council president?!" Sakamoto Ryuji, who was carrying a baseball bat and preparing to go to the baseball field to relax, stopped and asked, "What is she doing?"

The yellow-haired man followed Shinjima's curious gaze forward and saw a familiar figure.

"Amamiya? The student council president is following Amamiya?"

Sakamoto Ryuji's eyes widened. Was this true? He thought of the common developments in love comics. "Could it be that they are secretly in love?"

But it wouldn't be surprising if the target was that Amamiya Ren.

"How abominable!" Ryuji Sakamoto's jealousy and envy had completely overflowed. He picked up his baseball bat and strode over, following behind Shinjima Makoto.

The three of them were about a hundred meters apart from each other.

Ryuji Sakamoto → Shin Niijima → Ren Amamiya.

The Phantom Thief had already discovered that they were following him, but he had no intention of exposing them and simply disappeared into an alley.

Shinjima rushed into the alley quickly, but found it empty. The billboard in front of the noodle shop was emitting flickering colorful lights.

Ryuji Sakamoto's footsteps were loud and he rushed into the alley right behind him.

There was no Amamiya Ren in the alley, only Shinjima who had lost his target.

The new student council president turned back expressionlessly, his expression gradually became serious, and his tone suddenly became as cold as a sword, "First-year Sakamoto-san, what are you doing here?!"

Dry weather: 064. Amamiya Ren took off her clothes

Ha. Amamiya Ren held onto the edge of the roof and exerted force again, allowing herself to flip completely onto the roof.

The shoulder bag was thrown onto the gravel steps. Morgana, who was in great pain from the bumpy journey, used his claws to pry open the zipper, trying to make Amamiya Ren understand his pain with a roar like a tiger.

The Phantom Thieves' ace looked over, "What are you howling about?"

Morgana immediately became a dumb cat and dared not say a word.

"That's Madarame Ikryusai's studio," Amamiya Ren sat cross-legged with his back to the setting sun, pointing to an old building on a street. With yellowed walls, leaky bamboo windows, and a roof covered with hay mixed with plaster, it was hard to believe that a painter with a prominent reputation in the business world would live in such a simple hut.

He repeated his plan. "I will try to enter Madarame's mind palace to explore the architectural structure and find out where the secret treasure may be. If there is a possibility of success, you can deliver these letters to Madarame's study."

"Will this really work?" Morgana was a little horrified that this man actually wanted to get rid of Madarame Ikryusai within 24 hours.