Abnormal Moon

There's no way to go out in this weather!

"No, no, I promised my niece I would go today. As a mature adult, how can I break my promise!"

Kiyotaka Ijichi nodded firmly.

He suppressed his anxiety and charged into the parking lot with a determined look on his face.

Not long after, a black sedan drove out of the parking lot and plunged into the torrential rain.

"Dingling bell~!"

As he was bracing himself and speeding through the torrential rain, the phone suddenly rang in the cramped space.

Ichi was startled, and after seeing the caller ID, his expression became extremely serious, and his hunched back straightened instantly.

He found a place to park the car and pressed the answer button.

"Mr. Roy, is there anything I can do for you?"

With a broad smile, he bowed and scraped into the phone as he asked the question.

I need to go out for a bit, do you have time?

"Well... to be honest, I'm not at the vocational college anymore."

"Huh? You're still going out in this heavy rain?"

"Yes, because I had something important to do today... I'm so sorry!"

Kiyotaka Ijichi bowed deeply to his phone, his face full of remorse.

He only realized what was happening after he finished bowing.

Even though the person opposite him couldn't see his movements at all, he still did it reflexively.

This is the instinct ingrained in the bodies of low-level wage slaves!

"Oh, I see. Then there's nothing I can do. I'll find someone else."

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone was hung up.

Kiyotaka Ichichi breathed a sigh of relief, his upright posture gradually relaxing as he slumped softly into the driver's seat like a sponge.

Working with teachers at the college, especially Professor Roy, is really not easy!

First of all, he is a top-level executive, and also a high-ranking official in the director's department, the boss's boss. We must treat him with the utmost respect.

Most importantly, this guy is really ruthless. He just received news this morning that a senior Chinese official in the director's department had been completely dismissed, going from a high-ranking government official to an unemployed person. The reason for this was that the person had offended Teacher Roy!

"How terrible!"

Kiyotaka Ichi wiped his face, restarted the car, and drove into the downpour.

He is the assistant supervisor of the higher vocational college.

The term "assistant supervisor" refers to a group of administrative personnel who are specifically tasked with handling miscellaneous matters related to cursed spirit incidents. Their duties include coordinating the on-site execution authority between the Metropolitan Police Department and the Cursed Arts Department, verifying whether the information reported through the window is related to cursed spirits, and lowering the curtain to prevent ordinary people from seeing the cursed spirits.

They are usually sorcerers who, despite entering higher vocational colleges, ultimately fail to awaken their spells and are of low strength. They cannot become sorcerers who need to fight against cursed spirits; they can only serve as assistants to sorcerers and help with miscellaneous tasks.

Serving as a driver for the sorcerers is also part of their job.

In short, both their strength and status are quite low, so when they face someone like Roy, whose strength and status are both incredibly high, they naturally feel a strong sense of pressure.

After driving carefully in the rain for more than an hour, Kiyotaka Ijichi finally arrived at his destination—the Shimokitazawa area.

After parking his car in a nearby parking lot, Kiyotaka Ijichi, holding an umbrella, rushed into the torrential rain. The wind, carrying raindrops, swept against his face like a machine gun, and the umbrella was blown so hard that even the frame was deformed.

"Phew, going out during a typhoon is really tough!"

After a long while, Kiyotaka Ijichi, covered in raindrops, arrived at a livehouse located underground by the roadside.

The signboard at the entrance is emblazoned with the rather flamboyant word "STARRY" and is flashing neon lights in a rhythmic manner.

Kiyotaka Ichichi wiped the water droplets off the umbrella before opening the door of the shop and going inside.

This livehouse isn't big; it looks like a regular coffee shop, with a maximum capacity of a few dozen people. Near the entrance is a drink counter, and in the center is an open space with a stage for the band to perform.

"Sorry I'm late!"

Kiyotaka Ijichi placed the umbrella at the door, patting the raindrops that soaked his black suit as he apologized with a wry smile to the woman who came to greet him.

The woman who came forward had long, golden hair that reached her waist, and pale yellow eyes that were like sparkling amber. She looked to be in her early twenties, and her calm expression gave people a sense of composure and reliability.

"It must be tough going out during a typhoon. Let's find a place to sit down first, uncle. Would you like something to drink?"

"No need to be so polite, ordinary tea will do, Xingge."

"This is a livehouse, at least tell us the name of the drink."

"Orange juice then, thank you."

Kiyotaka Ijichi walked into the store and sat down on a chair in front of the counter.

"Has Hongxia's band's performance started yet?"

"not yet."

The blonde, composed woman, Ijichi Hoshika, filled a glass of orange juice at the vending machine behind the counter and placed it in front of Kiyotaka.

"There are very few people today. It must be because of the typhoon. It's so unfair to Hongxia and the others. This is their band's first performance!"

Kiyotaka Ijichi picked up the orange juice and took a sip, but his attention was entirely focused on the backstage area, his eyes filled with bitterness and worry.

Ichi Hoshika remained silent.

The torrential rain and strong winds outside show no signs of stopping, and it looks like this weather will continue all day.

In this kind of weather, very few people are willing to go out, let alone come to their store to listen to the debut performance of an unknown band.

For new bands, unless they have a built-in gimmick, livehouses are unlikely to be willing to pay out of their own pockets to promote them. For unknown new bands like End of the Band, they have to cover almost all the expenses themselves. They even buy the tickets themselves and then give them away for free, hoping to make a name for themselves in their first performance.

If they fail to gain fame in their first few performances, they will likely stagnate until they disband.

The tickets were given out, but the weather turned bad.

I played a huge joke on them.

On a typhoon day, how many people would be willing to come and listen to a performance by an unknown band?

There are only a handful of people left in the entire livehouse right now.

Those people were drawn by other bands performing on the same day; they were fans of those bands and had absolutely nothing to do with the band that ended.

Suddenly, a creaking sound was heard.

The shop door was pushed open.

Two figures walked in from outside.

The man had white hair and red eyes, with a face that seemed to have been carefully crafted by God, captivating anyone who looked at him. He was tall, with a broad frame, wide shoulders, and a narrow waist, giving off an overwhelming sense of pressure and exuding a strong aura of masculine hormones.

The girl next to him was also an undeniable beauty, with delicate features like a goddess. Her petite figure only reached the armpit of the white-haired boy, and she looked like a pendant next to him. She was wearing a dark long-sleeved T-shirt and trousers, and even had a scarf around her neck, which covered her entire body.

The two walked in, chatting and laughing intimately, like a couple deeply in love.

Kiyotaka Ijichi took another sip of orange juice and glanced at the two of them casually.

"puff!!!"

The next second, he sprayed all the orange juice out of his mouth.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Even my trachea was choked.

"Mr. Roy?! What are you doing here?"

Kiyotaka Ijichi stood up in disbelief, his bitter expression vanishing and quickly replaced by one of utmost respect. He even instinctively bent over, adopting a posture that conveyed, "I am listening attentively to your words."

Seeing his expression, Ijichi Seika, who was sitting next to him, was momentarily stunned.

what happened?

Could it be your boss at work?

A boss in his teens or early twenties?

"Ichichi? Didn't you have something to do? What are you doing here?"

As soon as Roy entered the room, he heard someone calling his name. He looked in the direction the person was and was surprised to find that it was actually the assistant supervisor, Kiyotaka Ijichi, whom he had contacted earlier but was unable to attend to.

Ms. Okita stood to the side, her curious gaze sweeping over the various facilities in the store.

The Holy Grail War she participated in was not a normal Holy Grail War. The Holy Grail granted her very limited common sense about the present day, and places like Livehouses had long since become history. This was the first time she had ever seen one in person.

Is there anything in this place that would attract a Master?

"I came here because I had something to do."

Ichiji Kiyotaka answered with utmost respect.

"You came here because you need something?"

Roy's expression immediately turned strange.

You look like a serious office worker, yet you also like to come to small livehouses to watch small bands perform?

"Yes, this is my niece's shop. There's a special performance tonight, and I promised to be there to support her, so I can't go back on my word."