Tokyo Psychic

Budokan, one of the halls recognized by Japanese musicians...

Almost every new band is proud to hold a concert at the Budokan.

That represents the ability to mobilize tens of thousands of people. This is the highest level that many little-known bands and singers can reach in their lifetime.

Entering a martial arts hall is like entering the highest level of the pyramid. Although you cannot reach the top of the pyramid bathed in sunlight, you have already reached a position that requires the admiration and worship of countless people.

He took a deep breath, trying to ease the throbbing in his heart.

I want to play in a band.

But before that, I must first stabilize my studies...

Unless playing in a band is very profitable.

Kurusu Akatsuki turned his gaze towards the streets of Shibuya.

He had an afternoon to spend in the bookstore here picking out double copies of supplementary textbooks and exercise books to prepare for the entire semester's courses.

He sent Jing Qinrencai to find a suitable tutoring institution.

This child was surprisingly obedient. Kurusu Akatsuki found that she would nod and do as she was told, no matter what he said.

After leaving the school gate, the two went their separate ways, determined to make plans for the new semester before dinner.

After searching along the street for a while, Kurusu Akatsuki stopped in front of a spacious-looking bookstore.

He went over all the subject names in his mind and then pushed the door open.

*

"Hello, I need these workbooks."

Kurusu Akatsuki placed a thick stack of books on the cashier counter.

The bookstore staff took out a barcode scanner and read the QR codes on the back of the books one by one, and then operated on the computer next to them from time to time.

"A total of thirty thousand yen."

"Okay..." Kurusu Akatsuki counted out 30,000 yen from her wallet and handed it to him with a distressed look.

"Thank you for your patronage."

The staff member bowed deeply, as if he suddenly remembered something important. He immediately pointed to the bookshelf next to him and spoke to Kurusu Akatsuki.

"By the way, you seem like the type who likes hot-blooded manga. We're currently having a limited-time promotion for 'JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Season 6 (Stone Ocean)' anime and manga. If you're willing to buy the complete manga for 40,000 yen, we'll give you a commemorative anime disc and a poster signed by Mr. Araki."

Kurusu Akatsuki looked at Jotaro Kujo on the cover of the comics, and his fingers uncontrollably reached into his wallet again.

Oh no, Fukuzawa Yukichi is about to escape!

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【Fukuzawa Yukichi escaped!!】

[The Phantom Thief obtained several "English Dictionary", "Chinese Dictionary", and "Workbooks"...]

[The Phantom Thief obtained the complete comic book and commemorative disc of "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Stone Ocean".]

[Phantom Thief's Mental State, +10]

【Assets - 70000?】

【At this time, the remaining assets are 75450 yen】

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“Thank you for your business!”

The bookstore staff smiled warmly and their voices became louder.

He stamped his feet, bowed ninety degrees, and then stretched out his hands to take the trembling banknotes handed to him by Kurusu Akatsuki.

Haha, I bought a lot of books today.

But why can't I be happy at all?

Kurusu Akatsuki staggered out of the bookstore carrying two heavy plastic bags stuffed with books.

The sunlight hit his back, and his shoulders sank, making his shadow look a little hunched.

*

“There are so many books.”

Jing Qinrencai sighed sincerely.

She had never seen such a wide variety of exercise books in Kumamoto. The colorful covers, blurred and overlapping through the plastic bags, looked like a palette of mixed paints, which was a bit disgusting.

The two met in the waiting hall of Shibuya Station.

"Can you help me carry the exercise book?" As she spoke, Kurusu Akatsuki, whose shoulders and arms were aching, had already weighed the plastic bag next to her.

Intense workouts, lack of sleep, intense work, and walking an entire block carrying two large piles of books...

Kurusu Akatsuki felt like his shoulder and elbow joints were about to dislocate.

"Hmm!" Jing Qinrencai quickly took the plastic bag from his hand and let out a surprised cry.

“It’s so heavy!”

"Get it? This is the weight of knowledge."

“No wonder teachers always say, ‘A backpack filled with books is more powerful than one filled with money.’”

"I'm not sure if it's bulletproof, but it can definitely protect against knives."

As we were talking, the tram arrived at the station.

The sliding door of the carriage slowly opened, and office workers rushing to catch the evening rush hour poured in. Night is their working time.

Kurusu Akatsuki squeezed into the train carrying the "JOJO" weighing about one kilogram, and Isen Rinna followed suit, holding her exercise book.

The corners of the stacked books are particularly sharp, yet have a solid and heavy feel.

With the help of books, they were able to push through the crowded crowd like a bulldozer.

Jing Qinren was very sensible and passed Kurusu Akatsuki and led the way in front, which saved Kurusu Akatsuki a lot of energy.

After squeezing out of the crowd with difficulty, Jing Serina and Kurusu Akatsuki sat down in the empty seats at the end of the carriage.

"What is this now?" Jing Qinrencai gasped with exhaustion.

"The power of knowledge." Kurusu Akatsuki was not much better than her. His already pale face now showed a look of exhaustion.

But he was very satisfied with his little follower. "I'll treat you to a cup of coffee tonight."

"Add more milk!"

Jing Qinrencai, who was a little sleepy, seemed to become energetic all of a sudden.

It seems she really likes latte.

Kurusu Akatsuki took note of this important information.

At this time, the sky was getting darker and the setting sun was shining lazily into the carriage.

It was as if I was in a huge goblet, someone was pouring wine into it, and the sticky wine quickly covered the walls of the glass, and all I could see was bright red like blood.

Almost home.

Kurusu Akatsuki gently pushed Isenai Renna, who was starting to stagger beside him and looked like she was about to fall asleep at any moment.

The sudden feeling of weightlessness woke the girl up instantly.

She shuddered, then saw Kurusu Akatsuki's incredibly handsome face in the twilight, and all her temper disappeared.

"Let's go." Kurusu Akatsuki said, and stood up with the comics and CDs.

Jing Qinrencai hurried to catch up.

The carriage was still crowded, with a group of urban white-collar workers standing upright with their arms stretched upwards, connecting to the handle rings above the carriage.

It was as if they had stumbled into a weary forest.

Every tree was panting tiredly, as if it had been standing straight forever.

Thinking about it this way, I feel that they are like giraffes. Apart from illness and death, nothing can bring them down. They just stand there forever, stretching their necks as far as possible towards the sun, hoping for the slightest hope and opportunity for promotion.

But trees get felled by loggers, and giraffes get shot in the heart by shotguns and stagger to the ground.

Whether as a tree or as a giraffe, it seems that the sovereignty of life is not in their own hands.

Jing Qinrencai looked around cautiously.

This was a scene she had never seen in Kumamoto City.

This is the urban color unique to Tokyo, even though it looks a little too gloomy and reminds people of many gloomy things.

The white-collar workers stood straight, their free hands fiddling with their phones or organizing their briefcases, and they breathed softly.

Collars, cinched tight with ties, cling to my skin. Sometimes life is like this tie; only by pulling it tight until even breathing becomes labored can I survive with dignity. When I return home to my wife and children, the fatigue of supporting a family can be dismissed with a smile: "It's not that I'm tired, it's just that the tie is too tight."

......

"Why don't they try to loosen the tie a little? It looks like a lot of hard work."

As they were almost at the station, Jing Qinren finally couldn't help asking Kurusu Akatsuki beside her.

When you get closer, you can smell the laundry detergent on him.

When the girl realized that she lacked a sense of distance, a hint of warmth appeared on her face.

"You should have said that to the women of the 17th century Victorian court...to get a foothold in a palace full of competition, the competition was about who could tie their corsets tightest."

Kurusu Akatsuki heard her complaints and responded with examples from history books.

Jing Qinrencai immediately shrank her head and dared not say another word.

The tram has arrived.

Kurusu Akatsuki and Iiseri Jinna left the carriage.

The tired forest still stood behind them.

The door moves along a fixed groove until it closes.

At least for now, the lives of the young boy and girl and those in that carriage are still parallel.

*

When I returned to LeBron, it was already dark.

Kurusu Akatsuki went to the counter and started making coffee skillfully.

Jing Qinrencai sat at the dining table and divided the teaching supplementary books for two people.

After she finished her coffee and was about to return to Sakura's house to rest, Kurusu Akatsuki began to clean up the counter and the kitchen. Then she took a shower in the bathroom, changed her clothes, and tiredly went up to the attic with the books on the table.

He was in no hurry to flip through the exercise books.

"JOJO's Bizarre Adventure".

The powerful artistic words on the cover of the comic book caught his eye.

Kurusu Akatsuki could hardly wait to turn the pages of the comic.

"Pucci...?!"

Kurusu Akatsuki looked at the familiar face in the comics, his mouth wide open, and indescribable shock surged in his heart.

Before he crossed over to this world, the last target of the thief's crime was this secretive priest!

The difficulty of that operation could be ranked among the top five in his life experience.

If it weren't for the strong support from several friends he met in prison in this "mind-stealing" operation, he might have died under the lighthouse on the West Coast.

Open the comic book, and familiar people and things begin to perform.

Comics are comics after all, and are completely different from his past experiences.

For example, Jotaro Kujo also went to the West Coast to "visit the prison", and he also had a "stand" that could pause time?

For example, they can actually use this power similar to a "personality mask" at will in reality.

......

Thinking carefully back to the details of that time, many of the doubts I had at that time have actually been answered now.